#that's most of what the muses were going for + getting back on the prep train for Thanos

[blindtaleteller]

tags. cause all that and I'm too lazy tonight to pull it over? lol

following the theory that loki intentionally banded the avengers together so he could sicc them on thanos later, after he took the throne in T:TDW, i think he'd be so angry at the events of civil war like:

loki as odin: hello heimdall, how do earth's mightiest heroes fare as of late?

heimdall: they have disagreed on many subjects and split up two days ago

loki:

heimdall:

loki: they haVE WHAT?

cue loki coming down to earth and bonking everyone's heads together until they all get along again

stark: how the heck are you alive???

loki: skills. listen here, i did not pour my blood, sweat and tears to form this team for you idiots to throw all my hard work out the window!

loki, grabbing rhodes and stark by the wrists: now, we are going to get your little friends out of prison, understood?

like an exasperated kindergarten teacher, y'know?

Loki, hitting Steve over the head with a newspaper: he's your friend, of course he's upset you lied to him about something like this

Tony: hah!

Loki, giving Tony a death glare: did you have to fight each other about it

[monzamash]

★ bargain bin; —send me a driver + prompt/dialogue starter and i'll write a tiny musing for you

loosen up charles leclerc x you —18+ (sex, mature themes, coarse language) —requested by @tlhd7 (absolute gem) and lovely anon 💖

you knew you were done the second you saw ferrari’s usgp liverly on instagram. the little slither of black peeking out of the collar of charles’ suit already conjuring up wild, wild thoughts. none of them holy. charles looked good in black, that was a well known fact — whether he was wearing a tuxedo or even lounging around in a simple black shirt he looked hot. and although he exuded sunshine energy most of the time, there was a darkness that you enjoyed about him. vexed and flustered charles turned you on.

once you had confirmation from your boyfriend that they were indeed wearing black fireproofs this weekend, the decision was final. you were flying out to texas because nothing was going to stop you from indulging in your greatest fantasy — jet lag who? and nobody was going to stop you from slinking into charles’ drivers room while he prepped for practice. absolutely nobody.

“knock knock…” you playfully greeted, causing charles to glance over from where he was perched on his physio bed. 

“well hello, mon ange… who let you in?” he teased back with a smirk and placed his phone on the table beside him.

“andrea did because i’m actually here to do your warm up massage… fred thought it was really important to get a professional in to make you feel good.” 

charles' soft smile dropped into a devilish smirk, eyes narrowing with desire as soon as his mind registered what you were saying. he liked to roleplay a little, especially on the road when everything felt so serious and tiresome — he loved a sprinkle of spiciness added to the mix and who better to bring it than the woman of his dreams.

“oh well don’t let me stop you, ma’am,” he rushed before laying back down on his front, smiling from ear to ear and giggling into the face hole.

“thank you, sir — i’ll get started on your back first… making sure all those hard knots are worked out before your race,” you stated, brushing your hands down the expanse of his clothed back. the black mesh felt smooth against your palms as you moved them up and down in long strokes, "how's that pressure?”

“incredible but you can be harder if you like,” charles mumbled, his eyes closed while he enjoyed the feeling of your touch. 

“oh, it’s gonna be hard, mr. leclerc — please be patient.” 

you couldn’t help but stifle a laugh into your shoulder — every time you played a character, you struggled to keep it together but eventually the insecurity of it all slowly dissipated as you focused back in. 

you thumbed the hem of his fireproof top and dragged it gently up his back, exposing the tanned skin that beautifully complimented the black fabric, all taut and soft and sprinkled with freckles. each muscle danced under your fingertips as you carefully traced the marks you’d left the night before — the remnants of your reunion making every nerve in your body tingle from the memory. the frenzied fingernail tracks were red, but fading and you could tell charles liked the feeling of your cool palms grazing them by the soft, nearly inaudible moan that slipped from his pursed lips.

“feel good?” you asked, smirking to yourself.

“amazing.” he practically groaned in response. 

“i’ll get you to turn over now so we can shift focus to your front.”

it didn't take long for charles to scurry up and flip over onto his back. he looked like a kid entering a candy store, all wired and wide eyed from what was on offer, and the promise of a sweet treat at the end. you rubbed your hands together and pushed his shirt up a little further before working your hands across his tight abdomen and over his chest, spending a little extra time on the perked nipples that always got his engine revving. to balance out the moans of pleasure, you ghosted your fingertips down his ribs, causing a high pitched giggle to erupt from the man below, immediately cutting the tension bubbling up.

“very ticklish there, ma’am — go lower please…” 

“oh, do you feel tight down here?” you asked innocently while unzipping his suit a little further down his hips.

“very tight - bit lower than that… lower… lower,” charles’ voice grew quieter the closer you got to where he ached until your hand gently grasped his hard cock, “ah, yes - right there,” he sighed. 

you stroked him through the black fireproof trousers, the fabric bunching as your hand worked him over, “ah, i see… very stiff in this area — try to relax for me, charles.” 

the sound of his name falling sultrily from your mouth as you worked him in your hand had him moaning into his arm that had instinctively come up to cover his mouth. the walls of his drivers room were thin, so thin that you’d been told more than once to keep it down. it never stopped you — in fact, maybe it even encouraged the exhibitionist streak you two had. 

through the soft moans, charles eventually grasped consciousness and came up for air - he loved watching you get him off, almost as much as he enjoyed returning the favour. everything about you set him alight — your eyes, your voice and the way you studied every little twitch on his face while you made him feel good.

slowing slightly, you pensively looked down at your hand and tutted, “i think i may need to use some kind of lubrication to really get these stiff knots out…” 

charles eagerly nodded, “do whatever you need to do.”

“as long as you’re sure…” you stated cautiously, peeling down his fireproofs and underwear in one foul swoop, “is it okay if i use my mouth? i think it could really help.” 

a gutteral moan vibrated in charles’ throat as his head lulled back in disbelief, “fuck… i mean, yes- yes, yes, yes, yes.” 

it never took long to have him exactly where you wanted him — you always started with a tiny kitten lick to his tip, your tongue would travel down to the base and back up before taking him fully in your warm mouth. before too long, he was sitting upright and pulsating down the back of your throat with his fingers loosely grasping the back of your head for dear life, needing something, anything to hold onto while you had him seeing stars. his other hand was pressed so hard to his mouth that when you stood up and wiped your lips, you could see a red hand print left in its wake. 

“are you feeling looser now, mr. leclerc?” you teased and massaged his shoulders once more with a smirk lining your swollen lips. 

“oh my god stop or you’ll make me hard again,” charles groaned and pulled you into a passionate kiss, “you will be the death of me eventually, sweet girl.”

a/n— please don't ask me to define "tiny" because this is over 1k words lol i got carried away because i haven't written for charles in a loooong time and these two requests were way too good not to combine! i have no chill. shop the sale event here !!

[mochiwrites]

When Grian enters the doorway of Scar’s base, he finds the man digging around in his chests, mumbling to himself. It’s a sight he’s walked in on multiple times before in the past, a scene that settles in Grian’s chest and leaves a sense of domesticity blanketing him. He watches for a few moments, if only to exist in the same space as the man he’s so terribly missed. Everyone had been gathered at spawn for the grand reveal of the object that’d allow for them to keep their inventories, and Grian had been so focused on it that he didn’t have the opportunity to give Scar a proper hello.

Hence why when the group split off to prep themselves for what will most certainly be a grueling fight with the ender dragon, Grian’s first stop is Scar. He himself doesn’t need to do that much prepping, already loaded with food, a water bucket, and a bow. He’s got a few potions on hand as well.

So in the doorway he stands, watching Scar with a pleased smile. His wings twitch behind him, wanting to wrap the man up in warm feathers and drag him back to his nest for some long overdue snuggles. Later, he reminds his bird brain. Instead, he allows himself a soft trill, the sound instantly making Scar pause in his movements.

Lifting his head up and turning around, forest green meets chocolate brown, and Scar’s face breaks out into a wide grin. “I was beginning to wonder if I’d get a little visit from my favorite bird,” he muses, prompting Grian to enter his base.

“Sorry for the wait then,” Grian returns, coming over to him. He checks Scar over, nodding in approval when he sees him fully decked out in diamond armor. If they had more time he might’ve been able to help Scar with enchantments, if only to keep him a bit more protected. But this is just as good—certainly an upgrade from the iron helmet.

Fully aware of Grian’s staring, Scar’s grin turns into a sly smirk. “Like what you see?” he hums, flexing an arm.

Grian laughs at him, moving to brush his hands over the shoulders of Scar’s chest plate. “It’s adequate.” It’s his turn to grin as he revives the old joke, earning a pout from Scar.

“Never gonna let me live that down, huh?” Scar murmurs, chuckling. “Should I shine it then? Make it really sparkle,” the vex hums in thought.

Pretending to think about it, Grian tilts his head. “Hm, it’s already plenty shiny. Any shinier and I might get distracted during the fight.” His hands drop down to Scar’s chest, remaining there.

Scar looks at him, still pouting. “You mean the handsome man wearing the armor won’t distract you?” There’s almost an edge of a whine in his voice as he replies, one that amuses Grian greatly.

“Oh he will,” he returns, wings curling around them, keeping them both in a feathery shield. “It’s been a while since he’s been around to distract me.” There’s a twinge of raw honesty in what Grian says, the ache of yearning sitting in his chest as he looks up at Scar.

A warm palm settles against Grian’s cheek, thumb running over his skin. Scar’s expression softens, eyes filling with the same yearning, the same depth of affection. “I guess we’ll be even then,” he speaks quietly, “because there’s a certain pretty bird that happens to be very distracting for me.”

Grian preens, a pleased coo sounding from him. He leans up to bump their noses together, pressing his forehead right against Scar’s. Scar chuckles, his other arm finding a place around his waist to pull Grian in closer. “We’re both going to end up being late to meet back up with the others,” Grian idly points out, although he makes no effort to pull away or move.

“I think making them wait an extra minute or two won’t hurt.” Scar smiles devilishly in that way of his that makes Grian huff. “Besides, you were the one who came to see me! Didn’t even give me the chance to pop in on you.” He’s teasing. “Did you miss me that much, G?”

Yes. “No,” Grian denies, “I wanted to make sure you had proper gear.”

Scar hums, though he doesn’t appear to believe Grian’s little fib a single bit. “‘course I do! I had a whole stack of diamonds just sitting around collecting dust.” He gives Grian’s waist a loving squeeze. “It’s a miracle I didn’t die while trying to make this armor.”

Grian laughs at that with a fond shake of his head. “There’s still time,” he jokes, earning a beautiful laugh from the man, one that makes his heart soar. His hand tangles itself in Scar’s hair to tug him down, and Scar is more than happy to follow through. Their lips press together in a warm kiss, one they’ve both been waiting for since Grian stood in his doorway. Grian’s body relaxes at the feeling of Scar’s lips on his own, moving in a rhythm that leaks with affection and longing. Scar is warm and soft but still so familiar and comforting; for a moment Grian thinks that all of the frustration of this world might’ve been worth it if he got to kiss Scar like this. It feels like waking up together, like crafting side by side, like falling against one another after a long exhausting day.

It feels like home.

A muffled bird noise spills from Grian’s throat, probably one of contentment that makes Scar laugh against his lips.

“I missed you too, G,” Scar sweetly confesses, pulling back just enough to look at him. Their breaths mix together, foreheads still touching.

Knowing that he never bothered to hide his true reason for coming to Scar, Grian looks up at him with a pout. “Next time you decide to take an extended mining trip, I’m coming with you,” he decides, because weeks without Scar while surrounded by endless sources of frustration was, simply put, hell. Having the rest of his flock nearby made it a little bit easier, but it did little to lessen the yearning. “The nest was too cold,” Grian quietly admits, voice just slightly above a whisper.

If possible, Scar’s expression only softens further, and he’s kissing Grian again. “Well we can’t have a cold nest, can we?” he hums, looking at Grian with a smile. “It’s against avian law, after all!”

Grian snorts with laughter, moving to pull Scar into a hug. “I don’t think the Poe Poe would be very happy about you breaking avian law.”

Scar tucks Grian against him, pressing his lips to the avian’s head. “A cold nest is more than enough to make me a wanted criminal!” he cries.

“Guess the only way to fix that is a warm nest and morning cuddles.”

“An amayzin’ idea there, G.”

“Oi!” Joel sticks his head into the doorway of Scar’s base. His sudden appearance startles the two, making Grian’s feathers fluff up when he looks over at Joel. “Quit your snogging and let’s go fight the dragon already!” he exclaims, impatience lacing his words. Turning around, he calls out, “You owe me five diamonds Jim!”

Jimmy yells something in reply, but Grian doesn’t care to hear it. He looks back at Scar, who’s snickering. “Guess that’s our cue.”

Scar wildly grins, “Let’s go show this dragon who’s boss.”

[eoe-1379]

Avalanche Part 1

(Trying to get used to 2nd person, while continuing the story. Bear with me. I also put a lot less work into this. Writing it in tumblr drafts and doing only the most basic of editing. I've given up trying to make it perfect I just want the ideas out of my head.)

Link to Part 2

This one is all fluff and fun! Not explicit, but the next part will be, which is why I'm leaving the 18+ warning up on this one.

A small warning for mentions of drugs and alcohol

The year was 1986. You’re in college now, just trying to get through your preliminaries before you have to finally pick a major. Unlike you, Caleb had everything planned. He was almost done with his degree and already had a job lined up at the DAA for when he graduated. It was different for you. You didn’t excel at school, at anything, the way Caleb did. He was a born natural at whatever he tried his hand at. Meanwhile, you needed a tutor to pass entry-level trig.

Caleb wasn’t happy about your choice, but Zayne was the smartest person you knew. Book smart, at least. Plus Caleb was so busy now with graduation prep and getting in his hours on the simulator he didn’t have the time to teach you the principles of imaginary numbers. Zayne did.

Zayne was going for his PhD, and he too was almost finished with his schooling. Next would be his residency, and he wasn’t looking forward to that. Mingling around with the other young doctors and nurses had never been where he felt comfortable. He wished he could just skip to the end where he was established in his career, but that wasn’t the way things worked. He was all too pleased when you asked him for help with something basic like Trigonometry. Math, and you, were definitely his comfort zone.

“I just don’t understand where I’m even going to need this.” You groan, pushing the textbook away with an air of disgust.

“You likely won’t once you graduate, but you will if you want to cross that stage.” Zayne put his pencil between his teeth as he pulled the book back to rest in front of you on the dining table. “One more try, then we’ll take a break. Let’s focus on this equation…”

“Ugh” You toss your head back and sink into the chair like a toddler. “Couldn’t we take a break now? We’ve been at it for hours, doc.”

Zayne can’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He liked that you called him Doctor, even though he was still years away from being one.

“Alright, but not too long.” He leaned back, relaxing. “Your breaks have a habit of hijacking the day.”

The sound of keys at the door makes both of you turn. Caleb is home.

He enters the apartment with his head bowed, a sack of groceries dangling from his wrist as he wriggles the keys from the lock. When he looks up and meets your gaze, his brow furrows.

“Another study sesh?” He asks, walking into the kitchen to set the groceries on the counter.

“We’ve almost solved one equation.” You jest.

“That so?” Caleb says absently, stocking the fridge. He seems distracted, avoiding your gaze.

You get up from the table and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Behind you, Zayne takes a long sip of Dr. Pepper and watches the wall.

“Welcome home.” You muse, snuggling into Caleb’s chest. “I missed you.”

Caleb softens, wrapping his arms around you as he presses a light kiss to the top of your head.

“Missed you too, pipsqueak.” You watch his eyes flick across to the dining table before settling back on you. “I thought we could celebrate tonight, just the two of us.”

You glance over your shoulder to where Zayne is awkwardly trying to look occupied.

“What exactly are we celebrating?” You ask in a softer tone.

“I finally finished my hours on the simulator.” Caleb’s prideful smile breaks through his demeanor. “I bought us some champagne to share, and I was going to cook a special dinner but…” he trailed off before raising his voice to include Zayne in the conversation, “I only got enough for two. Sorry man.”

“That’s alright.” Zayne went to stand, brushing off his shirt, “We can finish studying later.”

You move away from Caleb, feeling guilty for making Zayne feel so unwelcome. You turn back, eyes pleading. Caleb sighs.

“No, wait,” he gives you a stern look, but when you don’t relent your pouting he continues, “Stay. I heard you’ve got something to celebrate as well.”

You whip around, finding Zayne frozen in the tiny apartment foyer.

“What’s he talking about?”

Zayne sighs. He’d been hoping to avoid this.

“Oh, nothing extravagant.” He breathed, bashfully rubbing his neck.

“That’s not what I heard.” Caleb went on, “I heard you saved some chick's life in the food court.”

Your eyes widen in awe.

“What?! Zayne! Why didn’t you say something?”

He winced slightly as you tugged on his sleeve, making apologetic eye contact with your boyfriend over your shoulder.

“It isn’t a big deal.” He shrugged, “She choked, that’s all.”

Caleb looked at Zayne knowingly but did not correct him further.

“Either way, you’re welcome to celebrate with us. This one hardly eats what I make her anyways, I’m sure we’ll have plenty of food for you.”

You shoot Caleb a glare.

“It’s not my fault I can’t keep up with your portion sizes, I don’t have that kind of metabolism.” You turn back to Zayne, grabbing his cold hand in yours. “Do stay.” You plead with a smile. “I promised you a break, after all, and if you go home you’ll just start working again and you know it.”

Zayne exhaled heavily through his nose, holding his coat in one hand, you in the other, one foot still pointed toward the door. You watch as his brow creases and relaxes with thought as if he’s weighing every outcome in his mind. Finally, he speaks.

“I suppose I could stay for dinner.” He set his coat back on the rack and moved away from the door.

“Bitchin'!” You shake him a little with excitement, planting a kiss on his cheek. The action wasn’t planned and startled you almost as much as it startled him, but nothing prepared you for Caleb’s burning stare. “Sorry.” You say, backing off. “I get too enthusiastic sometimes.”

“No worries.” Zayne hums, rubbing the spot on his cheek with a barely concealed grin.

“Who wants a drink?” Caleb interjects from the kitchen, already pouring a glass.

“Me!” you and Zayne say in unison.

Night sneaks up on all of you. The dining table was littered with messy dishes and dirty napkins, two empty bottles of champagne, and three half-full glasses remaining.

You twirl yours between nimble fingers, watching the golden liquid swirl. Your head feels heavy, your cheeks warm, and you aren't wasted but you're buzzing.

Zayne is also flushed, leaning back in his seat laughing at another one of Caleb’s anecdotes. The two men warmed to each other rather quickly once the alcohol started flowing. Laughing and joking in the way that men do. You cherished seeing them together like this, your two favorite people in the whole world. You couldn't wipe the smile from your face if you tried.

Caleb took another sip, still humming in amusement.

“I tried to tell Patrick he couldn't handle the altitude but he just wouldn't listen.” the pilot-to-be shook his head, “I've never seen anyone vomit that much in the simulator.”

“Sounds like a classmate of mine.” Zayne mused, “He gets sick at the sight of blood, yet wants to be a doctor? I don't think I will ever understand.”

Both men reach for the bottle, their hands colliding on the glass before pulling away clumsily.

“Sorry, you go ahead.”

“No, it's all yours.”

You sigh, grabbing the empty bottle and giving it a shake for their benefit.

“It's empty, dinguses,” you say with a sloppy grin. “Should someone go to the store for more?”

“No need,” Caleb grunts a bit as he stands, heading to the bedroom for a couple of confusing moments before reappearing with an ornate glass bottle of brown liquid. “I keep this for rainy days. Pip can't handle it, but what about you?”

Zayne smirks, sliding his glass over.

“I do have a fondness for whiskey,” he replies.

You fold your arms in a pout.

“What? And I'm just expected to sober up?”

Caleb smiles, pouring Zayne a shot.

“Check your bedside table.”

You smile at him in question, but he gestures you off with a nod of his head. “Go on.”

With an excited leap, you lurch from your chair, skipping to the bedroom to hunt for your present...whatever it is.

After some glancing around in the dark, you spot it. Illuminated by the smallest sliver of moonlight, near the shadow of your lamp, is a crinkled stick made of paper. You can smell its contents the moment you lay eyes on it, a heavenly sour blend of earth that you knew all too well. You snatch the joint without hesitation and fish a lighter from the drawer. Caleb always got you the best Kush. You didn't know where from, and you didn't care a wink. His little gifts were the only thing getting you through college free of a mental breakdown.

After blazing up and taking a couple much much-needed long hits, you saunter back into the living area with a more relaxed gait. The tension in your shoulders melts as the herb stings your lips, smoke trickling from your nostrils as you plop back down happily in your seat.

Caleb smiles over you in that warm, endearing way that makes your insides dance. He looked so handsome in the dim light. His purple eyes sparkled with mischief as he tossed back another shot.

You can't restrain your affections any longer.

Once Caleb was back in his seat, you moved to his lap, straddling him with a grin and a kiss. He welcomes you with a warm hand cupping your ass, squeezing just hard enough to hurt a little, and you loved it.

“Let’s all play a game.” you giggle, turning around on top of him so your upper body weight is supported by the table while he still cradles your hips. You look at Zayne with a warm smile, one he can never say no to. “It will be fun.”

Zayne looks at Caleb for a long moment before he looks back at you.

“What do you have in mind?”

You sit up, taking another long drag on your joint.

“Truth.” You lean forward again, breasts almost spilling from the top of your shirt. “Or dare.”

“Pipsqueak,” Caleb utters your name like a warning, his thumb stroking circles over the denim of your jeans. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“Oh come on!” You whine, throwing your head against the polished wood. “It’s not a true celebration unless we do something silly.” You look at them both with doe eyes. “Please?”

“Fine, but let’s move to the couch.” Caleb picks you up, and drops you on your feet, patting your ass playfully as you skip toward the sofa.

Zayne follows, drink in hand.

Once the three of you are settled on the cushions comfortably, Caleb and Zayne share another shot over your head, cheering their glasses with a clink.

You pull your legs up, curling them underneath you so you don’t have to crane so much to see their faces.

“I’ll go first. Ask me.” You turn to Caleb expectantly, batting your lashes as he tucks your hair back.

“Truth or dare?” He hums, still gazing deep into your eyes.

“Dare.”

Caleb grins.

“I dare you to take a shot with us.”

Rolling your eyes, you smile. You saw that one coming a mile away. Caleb offered you his glass as he picked up the Jameson, pouring one out for you and Zayne and keeping the bottle for himself.

You hated whiskey. It was too rich, too strong, and the bittersweet sting of it lingered on your tongue for hours to come. Yet, you tossed it back without a single complaint, handing the glass back to your boyfriend with a superior smirk.

“My turn.” you shift, spinning on the cushion to face Zayne. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth, I suppose.” Zayne wipes a drop from his lip with a calculated swipe of his fingers.

“What happened with the girl in the food court?”

He smiled, almost laughing. He should have expected the question from you.

“She choked, that was true. Only, I wasn't present for that. The man who gave her the Heimlich punctured her lung. He couldn't have known, but she had dislocated a rib earlier at her rugby game. The resulting pressure from him trying to save her ended up putting her at even more dire risk.” His brow knit together as he recalled the events, his smile fading, “When I got there she wasn't breathing. I had to perform emergency thoracentesis to remove the excess fluid while we waited for paramedics.”

“Shit.” Caleb hissed under his breath, taking another drink.

“Whats, Thora-cent..ysis?” you ask, clumsily fumbling over the word.

Zayne lights up just slightly, inching closer to you to explain with his hands. He touches a spot between your lower ribs, and you twitch as it tickles.

“I poke a hole right here, to release the fluid buildup. Once she could breathe again, I kept the pressure on the wound until the medics arrived.” he removes his cold hand from your side, reaching for his drink again. He was starting to look red in the face. You wondered how drunk he was.

“That's incredible Zayne.” you breathe in awe, “They really should just make you a surgeon already.”

He chuckled.

“I still have a ways to go before I get there.” his green eyes flick up to Caleb over your shoulder. “Truth or dare, captain?”

The word hangs for a while in the air between them. An old taunt from childhood, in those formative years before Caleb matched Zayne in size, and could still be teased without consequence. You feel Caleb tense beside you, but his expression remains playful.

“Dare,” he commands.

“How predictable.” Zayne scoffs, tapping his chin as he thinks. “Alright. I dare you…to let me kiss your girlfriend.”

“Zayne!” You gasp, covering your mouth both from the shock but also to hide your unshakable grin.

Caleb, to your surprise, laughs.

“Trying to get me out this early in the game? Nuh-uh.” he chided, pulling your face forcefully into his lips as he planted a passionate, slobbering kiss on you. When he released you, he smeared his spit across your mouth with a wicked grin, practically pushing you into Zayne’s arms. “She's all yours.”

Zayne raised an eyebrow. He hadn't truly expected Caleb to allow this, he just wanted to win the game. Though, as you look up at him patiently, he wonders if he maybe had ulterior motives after all.

Zayne’s cool fingers brush your cheek before gently pulling you toward him. His arms wrapped around you, and he shifted to let you settle in his lap as he bent to meet your lips. Your breath catches as his tenderness soaks into your bones, the kiss light and sensitive. He doesn't stop after one or two. No. He holds you firm until he's had his fill of little kisses, passionate in his quiet way.

By the time he's done with you, your chest is heaving, and your face is red. You're afraid to look back at your boyfriend, who undoubtedly regrets his decision to stay in the game. Yet when you finally look at Caleb again, he seems unphased, tossing back another shot with only a subtle flush under his eyes.

“Truth or dare?” he asks you bluntly, keeping his eyes locked on Zayne.

“Truth.” You whisper, wanting to steer the game in a different direction - though the palpable tension in the air suggested it was much too late for that.

“Did you like him kissing you?” Caleb asks immediately.

“Caleb…” you move toward him, but one strong hand grabs you by the wrist, stopping you from touching him.

“Answer.”

“…yes.” your reply is scarcely audible over your heartbeat, pounding like drums against your skull.

“Zayne? Truth or dare?” Caleb continued, letting you go.

Zayne’s brow tightened, he knew he was being backed into a corner. Caleb always did this, even when they were kids. Zayne might've been the oldest but Caleb was always the one in control, and neither of them cared to lose. Not then, not now.

“Dare.”

You sank back between them, just praying things didn't escalate the same way they did on the playground all those years ago.

“Kiss her again.” Caleb's tone darkened as he took another shot.

You sit up, shocked.

“Caleb!”

Zayne wasted no time, he cupped your face and pulled you into another deliciously tender kiss.

You push him off with a grunt, fighting the pleasure back into its hiding place deep inside you.

“Enough!” you snap, standing from the couch in a huff, “I’m not a stick to measure your dicks with!”

Silence.

What had you just said? Was that what you meant to say? “No, I mean,” you stutter, a smile cracking your serious expression, “The stick isn't me, just that you two - stop -” you chuckle despite yourself “I'm not a toy, is what I mean!”

You look up, your cheeks burning from embarrassment. The two young men share a look of confusion before they too break into laughter.

“Come’ere Pipsqueak,” Caleb opens his arms in wait, and you happily fly to him. He wraps you in a comforting embrace, stroking your hair. “We know what you meant. I'm sorry.”

“Me too.” Zayne agreed. “I'm so very sorry. That was…childish of me.”

“Of both of us,” Caleb adds, kissing your forehead. “Forgive us?”

You rub your eyes with a grin, nodding. You couldn't stay mad even if you wanted to, the weed saw to that.

“You were right. This game was a bad idea.”

“No…” Caleb hummed reassuringly, “To be honest, watching you two was kinda hot.”

Zayne chuckled, thinking Caleb was joking, but you knew better. His tone was sincere, aroused even.

“Really?” you ask, surprised.

Caleb shrugs and nods.

“What? I can't have kinks?” He tickles you, making you laugh and wriggle in his arms.

“Of course you can!” you exclaim, trying to break away. “I just would never expect that to be one.”

“Wait, are you serious?” Zayne asks, finally catching on. His cheeks were bright red.

“Relax Doctor,” Caleb said, nuzzling your neck as he crawled over you. You giggled, scooting back until you were in Zayne’s lap again, Caleb still nibbling at your throat. “We don't bite.”

He pulls off of you, his violet eyes lidded with lust. You look up at Zayne, who is in a similar state of distress.

“Truth or dare?” you ask the green-eyed boy behind you, your voice shaking with excitement.

He lets out a stuttered gasp.

“Dare.”

[lila-lou]

✨Rookie - 1/3✨

Summary: You took the job for the paycheck—not expecting your colleague with wild hair and too many piercings to be this charming. Turns out, behind the sarcasm and mustard doodles, he’s kind of impossible not to fall for.

-requested-

Pairing: Boaz Priestly x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 3000

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💙

Your hands gripped the straps of your backpack as you stood outside the small, quirky sandwich shop. A neon sign flickered above the door, casting a soft glow onto the sidewalk. The scent of fresh bread and sizzling bacon wafted through the air, mixing with the salty breeze from the nearby ocean.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open, the bell above it jingling to announce your arrival. The shop was cozy but chaotic—walls covered in bizarre decorations, a chalkboard menu filled with sarcastic commentary, and a few customers scattered around, laughing over their meals.

"Newbie alert!", a voice called out from behind the counter.

Your eyes landed on a guy with wild, spiky hair dyed in different shades of blue and green, multiple piercings, and a smirk that practically screamed trouble. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, sizing you up like you were the most interesting thing to walk in that day.

"You must be the fresh meat", he added, tilting his head.

"Uh… yeah. I’m (Y/N). Here for the job?". You shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware that everyone in the shop was watching this interaction.

The guy grinned wider. "Well, well, welcome to our little slice of chaos. Name’s Priestly". He stuck out a hand, and when you hesitated, he wiggled his fingers impatiently. "C’mon, I don’t bite… unless you forget to restock the pickles".

You shook his hand, his grip firm but warm. Before you could say anything else, a woman in an apron emerged from the back, clapping her hands together.

"Alright, enough hazing the newbie, Priestly", she said with a smirk. "I’m Jen, the owner. You’re on register and prep today. Think you can handle it?".

You nodded quickly, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Good. Priestly, show them the ropes", Jen instructed before disappearing into the kitchen.

Priestly turned to you, his smirk never fading. "Alright, rookie. Rule number one: Don't mess up my sandwiches. Rule number two: If a customer gives you attitude, give it right back. And rule number three…". He paused dramatically. "Actually, I make up rule three as I go. Let’s see if you survive your first day before we get to that".

You couldn't help but laugh, already sensing that working here was going to be anything but boring.

You followed Priestly behind the counter, trying your best to focus on what he was saying instead of how distractingly cute he looked. It wasn’t just the wild hair or the piercings—it was the way his smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, the way his eyes lit up when he teased you. He had that kind of effortless confidence that made it impossible to ignore him.

"Alright, rookie", he said, tossing an apron at you. "Let’s start with something simple before I throw you into the deep end. You ever make a sandwich before?".

You raised a brow. "Of course. It’s not rocket science".

Priestly gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "Blasphemy. A sandwich is an art form, my dear (Y/N). A masterpiece of balance and flavor, crafted with love and a tiny bit of spite". He winked before pointing to the ingredients in front of you. "Now, let’s see if you have what it takes".

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile as you reached for the bread. You started assembling a basic turkey and cheese sandwich, trying to ignore how closely Priestly was watching you. He leaned in, chin resting on his hand, observing every move you made.

"Not bad", he mused. "But you forgot the most important ingredient".

You frowned, scanning the sandwich. "What? What did I miss?".

Priestly’s grin widened. "A little bit of flair". Before you could react, he grabbed a bottle of mustard and, with a dramatic flourish, drew a ridiculous smiley face right on top of the sandwich.

You blinked. Then, before you could stop yourself, you laughed. "That’s your big secret ingredient? Mustard doodles?".

"Hey, presentation matters", he said, tapping his temple like he just revealed the meaning of life. "Plus, it makes the customers smile. And happy customers leave better tips".

You shook your head, biting your lip to keep from laughing again. Priestly was ridiculous, but in a way that was kind of… charming. He pointed at you with the mustard bottle, narrowing his eyes playfully. "You’re not bad, rookie. Maybe I won’t scare you off after all".

You met his gaze, feeling a warmth in your chest you hadn’t expected. "Guess you’re stuck with me, then".

His smirk softened just a little, and for a split second, you swore you saw something else in his expression. Interest? Amusement? Maybe something more? But before you could figure it out, he straightened up, flipping a rag over his shoulder. "Alright, (Y/N)", he said. "Time for the real test. The lunch rush is coming, and you’re about to see just how crazy this place gets".

You took a deep breath and nodded, ready for whatever was next. Though, if you were being honest with yourself, you were more distracted by the fact that maybe this job wouldn’t just be about earning money for college. Maybe, just maybe, Priestly was about to make things a whole lot more interesting.

The past few weeks had been a blur of messy sandwiches, sarcastic banter, and way too many inside jokes with Priestly. Somewhere between the chaotic lunch rushes and late-night cleanup shifts, you had fallen into an easy rhythm with him. He teased you relentlessly, but you gave it right back, and somehow, that felt like the best part of your day.

You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but you had started looking forward to your shifts—not just because of the paycheck, but because of him. The way he’d toss you a knowing smirk across the counter, the way he’d steal your fries when you took a break, the way he’d nudge your shoulder just a little too long when he walked past you.

And now, it was just the two of you, closing up for the night.

You wiped down the counter while Priestly counted the last of the register money, humming some song under his breath. The shop was quiet, the usual buzz of customers replaced by the distant sound of waves crashing outside.

"You know", Priestly said suddenly, snapping the register shut. "You didn’t turn out so bad".

You smirked. "Is that your way of saying you’d be lost without me?".

He gasped, pressing a hand to his chest dramatically. "Me? Lost? Never. But… I might be slightly less entertained if you weren’t around".

You rolled your eyes but felt warmth creeping up your neck. Lately, his teasing had felt different—less like a joke, more like a challenge. A dare.

Priestly leaned against the counter, watching you with that same mischievous glint in his eyes. "So, listen", he started, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was thinking… We’ve been working together for a while now. And since you haven’t run screaming yet, I’m gonna assume you don’t hate me".

You raised a brow. "I tolerate you at best".

"Right, right", he nodded. "So, theoretically, if I asked you out, you wouldn’t immediately throw a sandwich at my face?".

Your heart skipped. He was joking… right? You searched his face, expecting to see that same playful smirk, but there was something else there this time. A flicker of uncertainty. Like he actually cared about your answer.

You crossed your arms, pretending to think. "Depends. Would this be a real date or just an excuse to force me to try some weird sandwich combination you invented?".

Priestly grinned. "Oh, it’s definitely a real date. Though, now that you mention it, I could make you my experimental peanut butter and jalapeño masterpiece…".

You wrinkled your nose. "Absolutely not".

"Okay, okay, fine", he laughed. "No weird sandwiches. Just me, you, and some actually decent food. What do you say?".

You met his gaze, feeling the same warmth you’d been trying to ignore for weeks. Maybe you should’ve seen this coming. Maybe you had. Either way, there was only one answer. "Yeah, Priestly", you said, unable to fight your smile. "I’d like that".

His grin widened, and for once, he looked almost… nervous. "Cool. Uh, great. I’ll pick you up tomorrow, then?".

"Looking forward to it", you teased.

As you finished locking up and stepped out into the cool night air, Priestly nudged your shoulder like always—but this time, his fingers lingered just a little longer.

The next evening, just as the sun was setting, you heard a knock at your door. You smoothed down your outfit—casual but nice, nothing too fancy because, well, this was Priestly—and took a deep breath before opening it.

And there he was, standing on your doorstep, looking… well, different.

His hair was still its usual spiky mess, but he had toned down the wild colors a bit. No crazy sandwich shop apron, no sarcastic t-shirt with some ridiculous slogan. Instead, he wore a worn-in hoodie over a band tee, jeans that actually fit him well, and—shockingly—he wasn’t wearing his usual combat boots.

"You clean up nice", you teased, leaning against the doorframe.

Priestly scoffed. "Don’t get used to it, rookie. This is a one-time deal. Special occasions only". He wiggled his brows. "Speaking of special—are you ready for the best first date of your life?".

You crossed your arms. "That’s a bold claim".

"Oh, I deliver", he said, holding out a hand. "Come on, you’ll see".

Curious, you let him lead you outside, where his beat-up old car was parked. Instead of heading toward any restaurant or movie theater, he drove you out of town, past the usual busy streets, toward the beach. But not the main part—the crowded boardwalk or touristy spots. No, he took a detour, turning onto a barely visible dirt path that led to a secluded stretch of sand, hidden behind a few rocky cliffs.

As he parked, you stepped out, glancing around. The sky was a deep orange fading into dusky blue, the ocean waves rolling in with a calming rhythm. "A private beach?", you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Priestly grinned. "I have my secrets". He popped the trunk, pulling out a picnic basket, and your eyebrows shot up further.

"You… packed food?".

"Hey, don’t sound so shocked", he said, walking toward a flat spot in the sand. "I figured, since we spend all our time making sandwiches, we might as well actually enjoy eating them for once".

You followed him, watching as he laid out a blanket and started pulling out an assortment of snacks. Not just sandwiches—but chips, fruit, even a couple of chocolate bars. He sat down, patting the spot beside him.

You sat down next to him, watching the ocean, the distant sound of seagulls mixing with the waves. It was peaceful. Private. Just the two of you.

Priestly leaned back on his elbows, stretching his legs out. "So. Scale of one to ten—how impressed are you right now?".

You pretended to think. "Mmm… solid seven".

"Seven?!". He turned to you, looking personally offended. "You’re telling me this perfect combination of location, food, and my undeniably charming company only gets a seven?".

You smirked. "Fine. Eight. But only because of the chocolate".

He groaned, shaking his head. "Unbelievable".

You laughed, reaching for one of the sandwiches. As you unwrapped it, Priestly glanced at you, his usual smirk fading into something softer. "Hey", he said, nudging your knee with his. "I’m really glad you said yes".

You looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. "Me too", you admitted.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The ocean breeze was cool against your skin, the sky darkening into soft purples and blues. Priestly sat up, leaning closer.

"You know", he murmured, his voice lower now. "I’ve been wanting to do this for a while. But you… kinda freak me out".

You blinked. "I freak you out?".

He chuckled. "Yeah. Because you’re not like anyone else I know. You keep up with me, call me out on my bullshit, and somehow, you actually make work fun". He hesitated. "And, uh… you’re kinda ridiculously cute, which doesn’t help".

Your heart skipped a beat. "You think I’m cute?".

Priestly rolled his eyes. "Come on, don’t make me say it twice".

You grinned, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the setting sun. "Well, for the record", you said, nudging him back, "I think you’re pretty cute, too".

For once, he didn’t have a snarky comeback. Instead, he just watched you, his eyes flickering to your lips for the briefest second before he cleared his throat and looked away.

"Okay, so maybe this date deserves at least a nine", you teased, breaking the tension.

He groaned, throwing his head back. "I should’ve just stuck with the peanut butter jalapeño sandwich".

You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder as the waves crashed against the shore.

The conversation between you and Priestly flowed effortlessly, filled with teasing remarks, laughter, and occasional moments of quiet honesty. The sun had fully set by now, the only light coming from the moon and the distant glow of city lights on the horizon. The air was crisp, but the warmth of Priestly’s body next to yours kept you from feeling the cold.

At some point, he had shifted closer, his knee bumping against yours, his fingers brushing over the back of your hand when he reached for another snack. It wasn’t intentional—at least, you didn’t think so at first. But as the minutes passed, those accidental touches became more deliberate. A casual arm draped over your shoulder. A lingering press of his fingers against yours when you handed him a chocolate bar.

And then, as you were mid-sentence about some ridiculous customer you had to deal with earlier that week, Priestly reached up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You froze.

It was such a small gesture, but something about the way his fingers lingered at the side of your face, the way his thumb brushed over your cheek so lightly you barely felt it, sent a shiver down your spine. "You’ve got, uh… sand in your hair", he murmured. His voice had dropped, softer now. Deeper.

You swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of just how close he was. "Thanks", you whispered.

But Priestly didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned in closer, his lips curving into that signature smirk, though this time it wasn’t teasing—it was something else. Something more dangerous. "You know", he said, his voice barely above a murmur, "you keep looking at me like that, and I’m gonna start thinking you actually like me".

You let out a breathy laugh, but it came out a little shaky. "Maybe I do".

His smirk faltered for a fraction of a second before something new flickered in his eyes—something darker. More intense.

And then, before you could say anything else, he shifted, pushing you back gently until you were lying against the blanket, the cool sand underneath cushioning you. Your breath hitched.

Priestly was hovering above you now, one arm braced next to your head, his body caging yours in. His face was inches from yours, close enough that you could see the way his pupils had blown wide, the way his lips parted slightly as he stared down at you.

"Well, that makes two of us", he murmured.

Your heart pounded as his hand found your thigh, his fingers brushing lightly over your skin, just beneath the hem of your dress. The touch was barely there, but it sent a jolt through you, heat pooling in your stomach.

His eyes flickered up to yours, searching. He was waiting—for you to stop him, to encourage him, to do something.

Your breath caught in your throat. You wanted this. You wanted him. But then, you swallowed hard, your body tensing beneath him. "Priestly, I—".

He stilled immediately.

You exhaled, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "I just… I’ve never done this before".

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, his expression softened, and he pulled his hand away from your thigh, shifting back slightly to give you space.

"Hey", he said gently, his teasing edge completely gone. "It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for".

You bit your lip, embarrassed. "I—I mean, I want to, I just—".

"Shh", he interrupted, pressing a finger lightly to your lips. "No explanations needed, (Y/N)". He smiled, softer this time. "I kinda like that I get to be the first guy to make you feel this way".

Your face burned. "Priestly—".

He chuckled and leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead instead of your lips. "Relax", he murmured. "We’ve got time. I’m not going anywhere".

Your heart melted at that.

He shifted off of you, lying back down on the blanket beside you instead. After a beat, you hesitantly curled into his side, resting your head on his chest. He let out a contented sigh, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.

You stayed like that for a while, just listening to the waves, to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. And as you closed your eyes, you realized that, for the first time in a long time, you weren’t nervous anymore. Because Priestly was right. You had time.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Part 2

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

dave mustaine realizing how strong he is compared to the reader, and always displays this during sex, especially while fucking her against the wall or using his big hands to do whatever he wants with her body

A/n: I can’t even count how many times I tried writing this and just couldn’t think of anything, I still feel like I could’ve written it better but I hope you like it nonetheless <3

Warnings: smut, size kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

It all started when you needed help opening a jar.

It was jam, the lid was stuck and you were tired. Dave was home so after a few seconds of trying you gave up and called him over for help. He opened it with ease and you moved on with your day, but Dave didn't.

He grew this obsession with proving how weak you were, or rather how strong he was. Can't reach the top shelf? Don't worry, Dave's right around the corner to lift you up. Need help carrying the groceries in? Not a problem, he can take them with ease, carrying more bags in fewer trips.

You didn't mind it, he was always looking for more ways to help you so why would it be a bad thing?

You were making dinner and Dave was sitting not far away watching you. He wasn't saying anything, not talking about his day or asking about yours. He was just staring at you with a wonky smile.

You were looking at the ingredients. "Hey, Dave, can you get the milk for me, please?" You asked, not taking your eyes off the cookbook.

Dave got up and got the milk, bringing it over to you, though he didn't go back to his seat. Instead he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. "You're adorable, you know that?" He asked, placing a few soft kisses against your neck.

You paused for a moment and looked at him. "Yeah? Why's that?"

Dave gave your waist a gentle squeeze. He hid his face in the crook of your neck a moment, deeply inhaling your scent. “Your so tiny.” He said. “Could just pick you up and fuck you wherever I want.”

Your cheeks flushed a deep red and you tried to stay focused on the food.

A few minutes passed and Dave didn’t let go of you, still holding you close, kissing you occasionally.

“Think about it.” He said suddenly. “I could fold you in half right now, pin you against the wall and have my way with you.” You couldn’t deny the heat pooling at your cunt, the way your thighs pushed together in search of any amount of friction. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being used like my own fucktoy?”

You took a deep breath in an attempt to clear your mind. You took the knife off the counter and started cutting a carrot before Dave stopped you and took the knife from your hand. “Enough with the hypothetical.” You turned your head to look at him and in an instant his lips were on yours, kissing, biting, tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth.

He picked you up just like he said he would and carried you to the bedroom, ignoring your weak attempts to protest. He got you out of your clothes, quite literally ripping your panties off and tossing them off somewhere.

He kissed down your body, starting at your neck and working his way down, playing close attention to your reactions, which spots were most sensitive, what felt best for you.

You twitched and moaned underneath him, heavy breaths leaving you as his big hands trailed over you. He dwarfed you. Everything about him made you small. From his hands around your neck to that bulge in your gut every time he has you to himself.

He moved back over you, kissing you sweetly before getting out of his own clothes.

“You’re so perfect, sweetheart.” He said as he crawled back over you. “All hot and ready for me, hm?” You let out a soft whine and Dave took it as an invitation to spread your legs.

He had a hand on either of your knees, slowly moving them up to your chest. “Look at that.” He mused. “Don’t even need any prep, hm?” You smiled proudly up at him. "Good girl." He mused as he lined himself up and pushed into you.

You let out a drawn out moan at the feeling, how he stretched you out so good. He gave you a second to adjust to his girth before he started rolling his hips to meet yours.

"Oh, fuck, Dave, just like that." You moaned out. Your hands moved to his back, lightly clawing at his shoulders. He let out a low growl as his hips snapped into yours.

You couldn’t take your mind off of his dick and how each vein dragged against your gummy walls. “Fuck, you’re so small, so fucking tight.” He groaned, leaning down and biting your earlobe.

He sat back, holding your hips in place on his lap, your legs still hooked over his shoulders as he pounded into you.

Your eyes crossed and your tongue lulled out, your body bouncing up and down the bed with every thrust.

Dave’s hand came down hard on your ass and you squealed in pleasure. His hand moved from your hip to your abdomen, he pushed down and you gasped softly. “Look at that, sweetheart,” he mused, “can see just how big I am inside you.” You looked down, eyes narrowing on where a bulge came and went, showing just how deep he was hitting inside you.

He kept pushing on your stomach and your eyes rolled back, a loud moan ripping from your throat. “Oh, fuck, squeezing me so good.” His own head fell back.

Dave’s movements stopped for a moment and he wrapped his arms around you. He lifted you up and carried you off the bed. “Look at that, I can fuck my perfect doll just like this, huh?” He asked, still snapping his hips into your as he stood.

You clung to him like a koala, moaning out in his ear how good he made you feel. “Davie-! Ngh, Davie, please.” His hands gripped your hips, guiding you on his dick.

“Please, what, sweetheart? ‘Oh, please, daddy, make me cum on your big cock’?” He asked in a mocking tone.

“Yes, daddy, please!” You whined. Your mind was racing with his cock, the bulge it made. His big hands over your body, carrying most of your weight, the way he bounced you on his length.

“Be good for me then and cum.” You didn’t need to be told twice, his words resonating in your body and pushing you over the edge. “Oh-oh, fuck!” Dave groaned. “Oh, god, you feel so good when you cum.” With a few more thrusts he was spilling into you, groaning in your ear.

He sat back on the bed and lifted you off of him, watching his own cum drip out of you. “Hmph, fuck.” You breathed.

“Don’t think we’re done yet, do you?” You chuckled and shook your head. “Good girl,” Dave hummed, “not done until my doll can’t walk.” He pushed back into you, your mind racing all over again.

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I just wanted to show this bc I thought it was funny

[evil-lovergirl]

WRITE A RENTAL AU WITH FLORIAN AND MY LIFE IS YOURS😈😈😈

! short nsfw fic . . . florian brand , fire investigator . . . >> RENT-A-PARTNER AU! >> includes a 'rented' reader, florian attempts to tempt reader out of being a rental, gets pegged stupid instead, reader is not depicted as a 'good' person, pegging [char. receiving], whiny florian, one-sided love (char. > reader), implied one-night stand, no aftercare, modern au, most likely ooc, lowercase intended

it wasn't meant to come to this, florian reminds himself as he watches you slowly climb on top of him, feeling his heart beat faster, unsure if it was from the impending thrill or something else.

he was just curious, he watches you undo his pants and boxers, now between his legs as he feels your hands make their way to his hips, squeezing tightly enough to make him giggle and shift in your grip.

but it doesn't mean he wants to let you go, afterall, nobody else has ever made him feel so excited when simply putting lube on, your fingers making sure to get it all as deep as possible inside of him, a couple of breathy moans escaping him as you prepped him.

he remembers the first time he rented you out. he thought it was funny - people buying out temporary lovers. he's stumbled across your profile by accident ; truly, he really was just curious, curious enough to rent you out for one simple day. why had you so many good reviews? why were you so desired? such a high price for that first date, but maybe it was worth it.

however, he doesn't really care now. he saw your pretty little face, that sweet voice of yours, and he was smitten. you put up with his eccentricity - even if it was in the name of money - better than anyone else he's ever met.

how could he not love it when you pull your fingers out of him, leaving him to whine at the emptiness before pressing the tip of your strap against his hole that tightened around nothing?

"you know, y-you- haah - could d-do this every- nnghh - day to m-me," he pants out as you huff at his words. nothing new to you, of course.

"let's not fantasize about such things now, doll." you chastise, not giving him a word before slamming your hips into his, his eyes immediately rolling back as he tensed for a moment.

"ngh! g-give me a- haah - warning first, why don't y-you?"

"i thought you liked the surprise?" you muse as your hands grip his waist tight enough to leave red marks in their wake before you slowly begin to move the strap insid of him.

"you know me sooo well..." he mumbled with a silly grin as his arms reached out to loops around your neck, ankles locking behind your back.

"maybe because you rent me out too much," your thrusts become a bit rougher, causing him to bite his bottom lip and let out a huff from his nose.

"don't s-say that, you know, you l-like- mm.. this as much a-as i do," his eyes fluttered shut for a moment from the feeling of your strap buried so deeply inside of him, drool dripping out his mouth as he parted his lips, "you l-love me, don't you?"

"you know what my answer is to that," your thrusts grow rougher, tip of the strag hitting his prostate, causing his back to arch off the mattress and a long mewl to escape him as you continued to pound into his sensitive spot.

"y-you're shooo mean... you wouldn't - ah, ah - choose meee?"

"i'd choose your money," you tease as you continue to pound into him, rougher and rougher until he clawed at your back and shoulders, whining as he was close to his climax.

"youu.. a-ahh, nnmmf... too good," he melwed, drool freely falling down his chin before he tightened his legs around your back, grinding himself down onto the strap as he let out a loud and long moan, cumming all over his own abdomen.

"yeah, i can see." you mumble in amusement, hands letting go of his waist rather swiftly after his release. his arms loosen around your neck before he moved one hand to hold onto your forearm.

"y-you.. gonna clean me.. up?"

a cruel smile grew onto your lips.

"why would i? i'm not your lover."

[kats0nlin3]

master of none 3 | eddie munson x fem!reader

summary Hurt and betrayed, she finds herself growing closer to Ross, a familiar face with a kind heart. But Eddie isn’t happy about that. Fueled by jealousy and anger, he spirals.

warnings nsfw, 18+ only, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, jealousy, verbal abuse, implied sexual content, public humiliation, physical altercation, yelling/arguing, crying, anxiety, stalking (implied), breaking and entering (implied), Y/N

tags @kellyxo1 @justalotoffanfiction @hufflepuffobsessedwithmarvel @scream4mami @littlemissholy @them-cute-boys @thepurplelovewitch

Part 2

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You drop your books onto an empty table with a dull thud, exhaling as you take in the blessed quiet of the library. This time of day, most students were either in class or too distracted elsewhere to bother studying, leaving you with a rare pocket of peace. Perfect. You had a free period, and you planned to use it to make some progress on your history paper.

Flipping through your notes, you scan the assignment instructions—only to realize you’re missing one crucial book for your sources. With a sigh, you push your chair back and weave through the maze of shelves, heading toward the back corner where you last saw a copy.

Sure enough, the book is right where it should be. The only problem? It’s perched on the very top shelf, far out of reach.

You stretch onto your toes, fingertips just brushing the spine. No luck. You glance around—no step stool in sight. With a determined huff, you start prepping yourself to scale the shelf, already mapping out where to place your feet—

An arm suddenly reaches past you, plucking the book from the shelf with ease.

You spin around, startled, only to be met with Ross’s smirking face as he holds the book out to you.

“Oh,” you blink, catching your breath. “Uh—thanks.”

He shrugs, still holding the book as if waiting for something. Eventually, you take it from his hand, clutching it to your chest as you turn back toward your table. But Ross doesn’t leave. Instead, he follows.

“I didn’t take you for a history type of girl,” he muses. “You know, with all this war stuff and—”

“Why? Because I’m all about getting my nails done and going shopping?” you say, keeping your tone serious, arms crossed as you level him with a stare.

Ross’s face goes bright red, his confidence crumbling in an instant. “No! No, absolutely not! I didn’t mean it like that, I was just—”

You let the silence hang for a second longer, watching him scramble, before cracking a grin. “Relax, Ross. I was messing with you.”

He exhales sharply, pressing a hand to his chest like you just gave him a heart attack. “Jesus. You got me.” After a second, he starts chuckling too, shaking his head. “Not funny.”

“Very funny.” You smirk, setting your book down on the table. “Anyway, I’m writing a history paper for my sixth-period class. That’s why I’ve got all these books.”

“You need some help?” Ross asks, nodding toward your stack of books. “I mean, you’re pretty smart, and you probably know what you’re doing, but I kinda like history myself. Could rant about a thing or two.”

You glance up at him, surprised but amused. “You? A history buff?”

“What can I say? I have layers.”

“You know what? That would actually be great.” You push your bag off the chair beside you and gesture for him to sit.

Ross wastes no time dropping into the seat, shrugging off his letterman jacket and slinging it over the chair. As he digs into his backpack, you turn back to your notes, only to pause when he pulls out a brown paper bag and starts unpacking his lunch.

“You eaten yet?” he asks, glancing at you as he unwraps a sandwich.

Your stomach twists slightly at the question. You can’t exactly say yes—not after what happened with Eddie at lunch. You had barely touched your food, still reeling from the way he walked away like it was nothing. Like you were nothing.

You swallow hard, forcing a casual tone. “Uh, yeah.”

Ross doesn’t look convinced. He pauses for a moment, then silently pulls out a second sandwich and slides it across the table toward you.

You hesitate. It looks really good, and truthfully, your appetite has started creeping back. But you don’t want to take his food, especially if he packed it for himself.

“Ross, I—”

“Just take it,” he interrupts, not even looking up as he pops open a bag of chips. “I don’t like eating alone anyway.”

The simple statement makes your chest tighten unexpectedly. After a beat, you sigh, giving in and picking up the sandwich.

“…Thanks.”

Ross grins, and you can’t help but return it. As you take a bite of the sandwich, he stands up, fishing some loose change from his pocket.

“I’m gonna grab you a Coke. Any favorite?”

You shake your head, still chewing.

“Alright, mystery flavor it is,” he teases, stepping backward toward the library doors. “I’ve got cookies in the bag—help yourself.”

He’s still mid-sentence when bam—he collides with someone just as he’s pushing through the door.

Dustin hits the ground with a surprised yelp.

“Oh, shit! My bad, man!” Ross immediately bends down, grabbing Dustin’s arms and hauling him up with ease. “You alright?”

Dustin blinks up at him, wide-eyed, nodding quickly like he’s afraid Ross might change his mind and body-slam him instead.

Ross gives him a pat on the arm, nods once, and heads off toward the lunchroom like nothing happened.

Dustin, still stunned that a jock not only didn’t cuss him out but actually helped him up, brushes himself off. His confusion quickly morphs into curiosity as he glances through the library window.

And then he freezes.

Ross just came out of there. And you’re in there. Alone. With him.

Shit.

Eddie is not going to like this.

⭒ ⭒ ⭒

“See you tomorrow, Ed!” Jeff called out, slinging his bag over his shoulder as he headed for the door. The rest of the Hellfire Club filed out behind him, their post-campaign chatter fading into the hallway.

With the session officially dismissed, only Dustin and Eddie remained. Dustin had technically volunteered to help clean up, but really, he was using the time to grovel.

“I swear, once it started coming out, I couldn’t stop! And you know Steve—he’s like a dog with a bone when it comes to his sister—”

Eddie let out a low chuckle, tossing a stray D20 into the dice bag. “Henderson, breathe. You’re gonna give yourself a damn aneurysm.”

Dustin sucked in a sharp breath and forced himself to exhale. “Okay. Okay. But I just— I really didn’t mean to rat you out, man. It just happened.”

Eddie waved a dismissive hand. “Yeah, I get it. And I forgive you.”

Dustin blinked. “You do?”

“Of course, you little weasel.” Eddie smirked, nudging Dustin’s shoulder. “You are the future face of this club once I get the hell out of here. Besides… me and Y/N are done.”

“Whew, I’m so glad you said that,” Dustin blurted out, bending down to scoop up a few stray dice from the floor.

Eddie, mid-step, suddenly froze.

His grip tightened around the throne chair he was carrying, knuckles whitening. Slowly, he set it down with an audible thunk before turning toward Dustin, eyebrows pinching together.

“…What do you mean by that?”

Dustin stiffened. His big mouth was really gonna get him killed one of these days. Maybe he should invest in some duct tape. Heavy-duty. Industrial strength.

“N-nothing,” he said, voice cracking slightly as Eddie took a slow, deliberate step forward.

Eddie crossed his arms, expression unreadable. “Henderson,” he drawled, tilting his head. “You sure there’s nothing you wanna share with the class?”

“No…” Dustin tried, voice weak, but the way Eddie’s eyes darkened made his resolve crumble almost instantly.

“Henderson,” Eddie warned, his tone low and edged with suspicion.

Dustin groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Fine! But promise you won’t lose your shit, alright?”

Eddie didn’t respond—just crossed his arms and gave Dustin a look that made it very clear he was waiting.

Dustin swallowed hard. “Look… it might be nothing—probably is!—but I saw Y/N and Ross hanging out together at the library.”

“Who the hell is Ross?” Eddie scoffed, brows knitting together.

Dustin blinked at him. “You know—big basketball dude that’s been after Y/N since sophomore year?”

Eddie’s expression shifted. Oh. That Ross.

The guy who was always lurking, always tossing compliments Y/N’s way like he was entitled to her attention. Eddie had caught him staring at her more times than he could count, eyes lingering a little too long, his interest just subtle enough to not get called out for it.

And now Y/N was hanging out with him? After Eddie specifically made it clear he couldn’t stand the guy?

She was doing this on purpose.

A sharp, hot coil of jealousy twisted in Eddie’s gut, crawling up his spine like a live wire. His jaw clenched so hard it ached.

“Close up when you’re done,” he snapped, slamming the room keys onto the table with a clatter.

“Eddie! Eddie, wait—where are you going? Shit!” Dustin fumbled to grab his things, scrambling after him.

“Forgot my drumsticks…” Gareth mumbled as he stepped into the theater room—only to be nearly knocked off balance as Eddie shoved past him without a word.

Gareth turned, watching Eddie storm off with a deep frown. “Jesus, what’s up with him?”

“No time to explain—just go after him! He’s about to do something really stupid!” Dustin said in a panic, snatching Gareth’s drumsticks off a nearby chair and shoving them into his chest before practically dragging him out the door.

With a quick turn of the key, Dustin locked up the room behind them, then bolted after Eddie, Gareth right on his heels.

They didn’t have to guess where he was headed.

Straight toward the gym.

⭒ ⭒ ⭒

“Alright, ladies, take five!” Chrissy called out, clapping her hands.

As the cheerleaders broke formation, Chrissy let out a squeal when Jason snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Looked like the basketball team was on a break, too.

You reached into your bag, pulling out your water bottle just as a familiar figure approached—Ross, looking just a little too shy for a guy who spent most of his time dominating the court.

“Hey,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hi,” you replied, taking a sip of your water. His cheeks were already turning red, and you had a feeling it wasn’t just from practice.

“You, uh… you looked great! I-I mean, the dance is coming along great!” He corrected himself quickly, clearing his throat.

You couldn’t help but smirk. “Why, thank you.”

Ross scoffed, shaking his head. “Wow, not even gonna compliment me back?”

Feigning an exaggerated eye roll, you sighed dramatically. “Fine, I guess you were alright out there, tossing balls into baskets or whatever.”

His laughter was warm, and the way his eyes lit up made it clear he was enjoying this exchange just as much as you were.

“It’s not as easy as it looks, you know,” Ross said, crossing his arms with a smirk. “I’d like to see you try shooting from the free-throw line.”

You raised a brow, matching his energy. “Maybe I will. Give me a ball.”

Ross chuckled but didn’t hesitate to grab one from the basket, spinning it in his hands before passing it to you. As you stepped onto the court, he stood beside you, arms resting on his hips.

“Alright, hot shot. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Careful, Ross,” you teased, bouncing the ball a few times. “I might just take your spot on the team.”

He laughed. “Ohhh-kay. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

With that, you took a deep breath, lined up your shot, and let the ball sail through the air. For a second, you thought it was going to miss—but then, swish! It dropped straight through the hoop.

Your eyes widened in shock before excitement took over. “Holy shit!”

Ross threw his hands up. “No way! First try?”

A small crowd that had gathered on the sidelines started cheering, and before you could even think, you jumped into Ross’s arms. He caught you with ease, spinning you around in celebration.

“Alright, maybe I should be worried about my spot,” he joked, grinning as he set you back down.

You laughed breathlessly, your heart still racing—maybe from the shot, maybe from the way Ross was looking at you.

You wrapped your arms around Ross’s neck as he held you tightly, his warmth momentarily making you forget everything else.

“I hope you’re not too bummed,” you teased, a playful grin tugging at your lips.

Ross just looked at you, his brown eyes filled with something softer. “Wouldn’t have picked a better replacement than you.”

You both smiled, caught in the moment, and for a brief second, the weight of the past few days lifted. The fight with Steve. The blowout with Eddie. The confusion swirling inside you. It all faded into the background—until the gym doors slammed open, shattering your peace like a gunshot.

The echo of the impact made everyone’s heads turn. Your stomach twisted into knots the second your eyes landed on Eddie.

Ross immediately let go of you, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he took a step forward, standing beside you like a silent wall of defense. His posture was relaxed, but the tension rolling off him said otherwise.

Your gaze flickered to Dustin, who stood frozen in the doorway, looking guilty as hell. He caught your eyes and winced, a silent apology written all over his face.

“Eddie, let’s go, man.” Gareth’s voice was tight with unease. He grabbed Eddie’s arm, but Eddie yanked it away without looking at him.

Eddie’s attention was locked on you, his dark eyes filled with something unreadable—rage, hurt, jealousy? Maybe all three. He stepped closer, ignoring Gareth’s plea and Ross’s warning stare.

“That was fast,” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “Didn’t even give it a full day before throwing yourself at the next guy that gives you a little attention.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You were always desperate for it, weren’t you?”

The air in the gym turned suffocating. Eyes darted between you, Ross, and Eddie, waiting for the next explosion.

Eddie leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a mocking whisper. “That’s why you’re making yourself so available for this prick, right?”

Ross’s fists clenched at his sides. Your heart pounded.

This wasn’t just a scene anymore. This was a fight waiting to happen.

“Eddie, not now,” you said through clenched teeth, your voice low, warning.

But Eddie just tilted his head, a cruel smirk curling at the edges of his lips. He was enjoying this—watching you squirm, pushing you into a corner.

“Why not?” he taunted. “Embarrassed? Afraid I’ll tell Ross all about our little secret meetings? How you’d cry and beg for me to fuck the shit out of you?”

A sharp breath caught in your throat. Your entire body stiffened.

The weight of Ross’s stare burned into the side of your face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Shame curled in your chest, spreading like wildfire. Your cheeks felt hot, your eyes stinging with unshed tears.

Ross exhaled sharply, his voice steady but edged with warning. “Hey, man. Whatever you had with Y/N in the past—that’s none of my business.”

Eddie let out a low, humorless chuckle. Then he stepped closer, closing the distance between you three, eyes locked on Ross like a predator sizing up his competition.

“Not the past, my guy,” Eddie said. He tilted his head, watching the way Ross tensed. “Literally this week.”

“Regardless,” Ross continued, his voice firm, unwavering, “it’s over. You can be mad all you want, but what you’re not gonna do is stand here and call her a—”

“A slut?” Eddie cut in, his voice cold. “Because that’s what she is. And that’s what she’s always gonna be.”

Before you could even react, Ross lunged. His hands twisted into Eddie’s shirt, yanking him forward until they were chest to chest.

“I’m warning you,” Ross ground out, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might shatter. “You leave her the hell alone, or we’re seriously gonna have a problem.”

Eddie didn’t flinch. He just smirked, a sick amusement flashing in his eyes as he wrenched himself free and shoved Ross back, hard.

By now, Jason had stormed over, grabbing Ross before he could retaliate, while Gareth struggled to hold Eddie in place.

“Hit me,” Eddie taunted, his voice low and lethal. “Go ahead. See what happens.”

Your breath hitched, the overwhelming weight of everything crashing down on you at once. You barely registered Chrissy’s gentle touch on your arm, barely heard her soft, reassuring voice as she led you out of the gym, away from the chaos.

“I hate him! I fucking hate him!” The words tore from your throat, raw and shaking.

“I know, honey. I know.” Chrissy’s voice was soft, soothing, as she wrapped her arms around you, holding you tight like she could physically keep you from falling apart.

The gym doors creaked open, and you stiffened. Heavy footsteps approached, stopping just a few feet away.

Ross.

Even without looking, you could feel his presence, the concern radiating off of him. He hesitated before stepping closer. “Where’s Eddie?” Chrissy asked.

“Asshole left through the back door.”

Chrissy muttered something under her breath before pulling back to cup your face gently. “I’m gonna go cancel practice, okay? You get on home and relax.”

You nodded, hurriedly wiping at your damp cheeks, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at Ross. The embarrassment, the shame—it was all too fresh, too raw.

Chrissy gave your hand one last reassuring squeeze before disappearing back into the gym, leaving just the two of you.

A heavy silence settled between you. Then, finally, Ross spoke, his voice softer than you expected.

“You okay?”

You swallowed hard, but the lump in your throat remained.

You weren’t. But you didn’t know how to say that.

“You don’t have to pretend like you care.” Your voice wavered, but you forced yourself to sound firm, to push him away before he could do it first.

Ross’s brows knit together in confusion. “What? I’m not pretending.”

“Oh, come on!” Your frustration boiled over, mixing with the lingering humiliation Eddie had left behind. “You’re really gonna stand there and act like you don’t feel disgusted after what he said? After he told you what I’ve done?” Your voice cracked, but you pushed through. “I’m all used up!”

“Stop talking like that about yourself!” Ross’s voice was sharp, but his eyes—God, his eyes—were filled with something else entirely. Not pity. Not judgment. Just… care.

You turned away, swallowing hard. “Just leave me alone, Ross.”

You barely took a step before he caught your wrist, pulling you toward him. Before you could protest, his arms wrapped around you, solid and warm. The dam inside you broke.

You buried your face in his chest, fists clenching his hoodie as the sobs wracked through you. His hand moved to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair, soothing, anchoring.

“I don’t care what that freak said,” Ross murmured, his voice firm but gentle. “You’re not disgusting, alright? You’re perfect to me.”

Your breath hitched, but the warmth of his words seeped into the cracks Eddie had left.

You stayed there, pressed against him, letting the world fade away until your breathing evened out. Until the weight on your chest wasn’t so suffocating.

Then, without a word, Ross led you to his car and drove you home.

⭒ ⭒ ⭒

The landline wouldn’t stop ringing. Over and over, the shrill sound pierced through the silence of your room, each ring grating on your already raw nerves. You tried to ignore it, but after what felt like an eternity, frustration won out.

You snatched up the receiver. “Stop calling, asshole! I want nothing to do with you anymore, do you hear me? Nothing!”

A beat of silence. Then, his voice—low, pleading.

“Baby—”

You slammed the phone down before he could say another word. Your heart pounded in your chest, anger and something dangerously close to heartbreak intertwining.

A few seconds later, it rang again. You didn’t hesitate this time, yanking the plug from the wall with a sharp tug.

Steve passed by your room just as you threw the cord aside. You met his gaze, silently daring him to say something, anything. To yell at you, to scold you, to tell you that Eddie wasn’t worth your tears. But he just looked away, his expression unreadable, and walked out. The door clicked shut behind him, painfully quiet.

You exhaled shakily, your body sagging as you slid down to the floor, pressing your back against the bed. Your hands covered your face as the weight of it all came crashing down.

You missed how things used to be. Before Eddie turned into a complete asshole. Before your brother started acting like you didn’t exist. Before everything fell apart.

But it was too late now.

Desperate for any kind of relief, you ran a hot bath and sank into the water, letting the steam curl around you. The heat burned at first, but you welcomed it, hoping it would somehow melt away the ache in your chest. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, staring at the ceiling, lost in the storm of your own thoughts.

Then—a sound.

A rustle just outside the bathroom door.

Your breath hitched. The water stilled around you.

You sat up, heart pounding, listening.

Someone was there.

“Steve?”

Silence.

The moment the name left your lips, you cursed yourself. Steve left for work, dumbass. There was no way it was him.

Your pulse quickened as you listened, straining to hear past the faint dripping of water from your bath. The house was quiet—too quiet.

Slowly, you stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around your damp body. Your skin was still warm from the bath, but a chill ran down your spine as you cracked the bathroom door open an inch. The hallway was cloaked in darkness. How long had you been soaking in the water? It had been daylight when you got in, but now the house felt… different.

Swallowing hard, you stepped out, bare feet making no sound against the floor as you tiptoed forward. You peeked into each darkened room, holding your breath with every glance.

Living room—empty.
Kitchen—nothing.
Steve’s room—just as he left it.

That only left your room.

Your fingers tightened around the towel as you slipped inside Steve’s room, grabbing a mini statue from his dresser—a solid, weighted thing, cold in your grip. If someone was in your house, you weren’t going down without a fight.

You moved cautiously toward your bedroom door, pressing your back to the wall before slowly pushing it open. Your heart pounded as your eyes scanned the space. At first, you didn’t see anything. But then—

A shadow. Crouched by the window.

Adrenaline surged through you. You gritted your teeth, raised the statue, and prepared to swing—

“Woah, woah, woah! I’m not an intruder!”

The figure’s hands shot up in surrender. The voice—familiar, frantic.

Your breath caught. You knew that voice.

With shaking hands, you flicked on the light.

There, huddled by your window like a goddamn criminal, was Eddie.

[oracle-of-dream]

Photo Finisher

Minors DNI

Summary: Yechan is from the rookie idol group, 82Majors, and his managers have set him up in the studio to get some amazing photos. But he's heard of your other prizes for good behavior, so he's interested in your other services...

Warnings: Male Reader, Blowjob, facial, degradation, domYechan, cum eating

Wordcount: 1.7k

You spent your morning selecting the songs for the playlist vibe you needed for today's photoshoot. Rookie idols were always tricky to deal with. Most were scared so stiff that they could hardly count as models...

Today, Yechan from 82Majors was your muse. The appointment was a last-minute order from management, and someone must've paid a chunk of money to call you in before noon. It's a part of your contract that you don't have to work before noon without an extra fee determined based on your mood for the day. It was 8am, so you told your boss to push for 40% higher than your usual rate. This usually moved companies away to pick a later time, but your boss immediately texted you back, telling you to get ready.

It was ten minutes before the photoshoot was supposed to start. Your staff set up everything from lights, cameras, software, and canvases. There was murmuring in the prep room, which is the room before entering the main studio, which meant the client had arrived. After some time, likely for hair and makeup to work him over, a young man with brown hair and strong cheekbones entered and greeted you.

"Hello, photographer y/n. It's a pleasure to be working with you, and thank you so much for taking our call so late minute." He bowed deeply.

"Yeah, hi. Just called me, y/n. Photographer y/n is a little much."

The boy nodded. "I-I'm Yechan, from 82Major!"

"I know who you are. I read the paperwork," you replied dryly.

Your morning coffee hadn't kicked in yet... This was going to be an extremely rough morning.

Yechan took his time to go around to the rest of the staff and introduce himself to each of them, handing out small gift bags from his company.

You looked at your phone for the time. 8AM.

"Okay, that's enjoy chitchat. I'm already at 30% on the irritated scale, and being behind schedule will make it jump to 50%."

With your clear directions, everyone hopped to attention and started scrambling to their stations. Yechan hustled off to get his hair and makeup re-touched before stepping onto the canvas.

"Yechan, if you have any issues or questions with the photos, tell me. The one thing I hate more than waking up early is someone who can't speak on issues.

Yechan nodded eagerly and took followed directions beautifully. Every single angle, down to the degree, was perfect. Clearly practiced. Because of that, you managed to wrap up the first set of photos easily.

"Let's take 10 and switch outfits. We're making excellent time, so let's keep the pace up." You announced to the team.

As you went back to your studio chair, Yechan approached you meekly.

"Yes?" you asked without looking at him, more interested in your phone.

"Um... I'd like to ask you about your services, sir." Yechan mumbled.

You rolled your eyes before looking at him. "My services? I'm a photographer. I take pictures. Be clear about what you want."

"Okay, then I'll be straightforward." Yechan took a deep breath before continuing, "I'd like to please you."

You raised an eye. "Please me? I'm happy enough that we're ahead of schedule. You want me to be happy? Keep working hard."

Yechan shook his head. "I don't know if there's some sort of secret code or something... it's honestly a little embarrassing to just say, you know."

You giggled in your seat, finally looking up from your phone. Yechan was a pretty good-looking man. Knows his angles, good body proportions, and a face card that doesn't look like it'll decline with its high limit. You bet he was about 6 1/2 inches, with a left curve. You read that he was from Canada and the brother of another idol, but you can't remember the brother's name...

You sat back in your chair. "Do you mean you want to have sex with me, boy?"

Yechan's face got pink instantly. "Well, they said you were really frank. But I still didn't–"

"So it's a no?"

"It's a yes! I do want to have... s–sex with you."

You smiled. "And what did you have in mind, young man?" The age gap between you wasn't big, but you could tell he was melting from you treating him like he's the younger in this situation.

"I want to do whatever makes you happy."

"So you have no plan? That's not very well prepared of you."

"I'm pretty skilled though! I got a few tricks!"

You smiled bigger. "Tricks? And what if I refuse? Yechan's face turned white. He clearly didn't consider the possibility of you saying no to him. "You didn't think I was some prostitute, did you? That you could just say, sex, and I'll give it?"

He shook his head, "No! Of course not–I'd never think that."

"Then tell me, what would you want? If you can have anything from this."

He looked around before getting closer to whisper. "Um... If I could choose. I think I'd be really into cumming on your face after you suck me off, and maybe I call you a few names and stuff..."

"Oh, that's it?"

He shrugged. "I'm a rather simple guy..."

"Then, simply guy, let's finish this up so we can get busy," you winked at him as you went off to find more of your staff, leaving him alone with a clear boner.

The photoshoot resumed, Yechan in his new outfit. The crop top really complimented his figure, and honestly got you more excited for what was coming. You could also tell he was pretty excited. His cock could barely stay inside his pants, a few pictures had his tip peeking out, and you personally deleted those to save him from the embarrassment.

After the photoshoot, Yechan went into the dressing room to get changed. You dismissed the staff for the night, thanked everyone for being present, and then walked into the dressing room.

"Hello? Anyone home?" You called.

Yechan let out a small yelp, covering himself. "I'm in here!"

"Yes, obviously. I came here to find you." You closed the door and locked it behind you. "I'm here to give you the reward you requested for being such a good boy today."

Yechan's face was red, his shirt and underwear were on, but his pants were still on the floor.

You winked at him, "easy access? For me? How considerate."

"That's not–"

You dropped to your knees and started crawling over to him. "This is your reward, remember? Anything you want goes, but if either of us says stop, we're done."

Yechan nodded, still covering his crotch.

You crawled right up to him, your face inches away from his dick. "Are you going to hide all day? Isn't it your desire to take charge?" You unbutton your shirt, letting it sensually slide down your shoulders, but not taking it off completely.

"So, I can just go?" Yechan asked again to be sure.

"Yep, just–" Yechan pulled your hair and pushed you into his crotch, making you huff his musk. Slightly sweaty, but pretty clean. You could feel his cock throbbing under the thin fabric, 6 1/2 inches, and curved to the left... You moved your hand to touch it, but Yechan slapped it away.

"Did I tell you to use your hands, s–slut!?" He hesitated at calling you a slut. But the submissive look in your eye reaffirmed him. "Use your mouth to take it out."

You maneuvered your mouth to his waistband, nose grinding against his abs, and dragged his boxes down. His cock smacked you in the face as you moved. His balls were heavy and full, he was throbbing like crazy, and even a slight graze earned a guttural groan. Yechan had really been waiting for you...

"Get to work, whore."

You look up at him, still keeping your hands off him as you caught his cock in your mouth and started licking.

"More than that, I don't want you half-assing it. I'm a busy man!" He pulled on your hair, pulling you into him to make you take more.

Yechan was starting to get more into it, which made you want to mess with him. He wouldn't last long if you tried to push him to it, but if he's so busy, then he can handle it. You straightened your back, corrected his hand to move your head and not pull your hair, and relaxed your jaw. Yechan noticed the change in your attitude as he started getting greedy. Pushing you deep, holding you there, all while telling you how much of an attention whore you are. You pressed him more, flattening your tongue and turning off the gag reflex. You were taking over.

"Wait, holy f–fuck," he moaned as he grabbed a nearby table. "Oh, you're so good. So, so, good at this." You squeezed his balls, earning more praise. "My balls too! Fu–fuck, baby just like that. Keep chugging it." He pushed you down, controlling the tempo, making it faster. "Your mouth is amazing, I–I'm gonna fucking cum." He almost whined as you pulled off of him, jerking him off and licking his tip. His pressure was building. Fast. "Please let me cum on your face!"

You giggled. "Say it in character!"

Yechan's words were still fumbling. "I–I will cum on your face?" He questioned before you squeezed his balls firmly. "God Damn," his cum shot out and landed on your face. "My... g–god." He wouldn't stop, pump after pump. It was at last 8 pumps, full of cum, now on your face. Each was accompanied by a thrust and whining moans from Yechan. You stroked him through it all, milking him completely before giving the tip a lick and a kiss.

"All done?"

Yechan breathlessly smeared his cum on your face, using his cock. Pushing it toward your mouth. "I'm sorry for the mess..." He said breathlessly.

You pulled out your phone and took a picture with Yechan. Cock still out and cum on your face, but a little less as you wiped some off. You put the tip back in your mouth for your picture, earning more begging from Yechan.

"P–Please! No more, I can't cum again!"

You help Yechan finish getting dressed and clean yourself up, sending him on his way and adding his photo to the folder with the others...

[woobiedoovo]

Same anon as before and yay I'm glad to be one of your first <3333

What do you think of noncon stancest?!? I've been getting into noncon a lot so I just wanna see if other stancesties see my vision aswell!

My lovely Anon, your vision is SEEN. And you are 100% right.

So, first things first, it’s already well established that Stan would do literally ANYTHING for Ford. As long as Ford tries hard enough to convince him, he’s able to make Stan do anything he wants. So I can 100% see some dubcon/noncon happening between the pair. Especially before Weirdmageddon!!

I can just imagine-

After a long day doing of tours and taking care of the younger pair of pine twins, Stan was ready to hit the hay. After a nice, long shower he changed into his wife-beater and favorite worn out pair of boxers. Not even bothering to cover himself with a blanket, he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Not to long after, Ford silently slipped into the room, eyes immediately zeroing in on Stan's sleeping form. He had been spending most of his time ignoring Stanley since he's gotten back. It was for the best, Stanford had reasoned with himself. it was either that or Ford was going to end up jumping Stan in the middle of the day. Despite Stan's general grouchiness, he had become quite attractive over the years.

Not that Stanley hadn't always been very handsome, Ford noted to himself silently as he approached the rather small bed for a man Stanley's size. Taking a minute to look for any signs of Stan not being 100% asleep, he finally allowed himself to run his hand through his twins hair.

It was as soft as he remembered, Ford mused as he climbed over Stanley, placing himself between the other mans legs. Running his hands up his thighs, Ford marveled at their plushness. Even with the layer of fat he could feel the corded muscles beneath, flexing and tensing in reaction to Stanford's curious touch.

One of the things he's enjoyed the most in the weeks he's been back, he decided, was the weight Stanley had gained when Ford was away. When they were younger, Stan was always the larger twin in both muscle and fat, and Ford had always found a perverse pleasure in the way Stan's body so stubbornly held onto it's baby fat. Whenever Stan would loudly complain, Ford would simply admire the flush of his rounded cheeks and the way his stomach would fold over his jeans.

He was glad even after all these years, Stan still stayed as soft. Leaning forward, he scrunched Stanley's tank top up under his arm-pits. Taking a hand full of Stanley's pectoral, he fondled the mans breast, almost hypnotized by the pink nub that was hardening under Ford's gentle ministrations. Mouth watering, he took one of the tantalizing peaks into his mouth, sucking softly. From above he could hear Stanley's breath hitch, a moan spilling from his brothers lips. Alternating to the other nipple, Ford used his unoccupied hand to trail down Stan's hairy stomach, lightly cupping the mans growing erection. Ford couldn't help but smile around Stan's nipple when he felt the small dent. So cute.

With a pop, Stanford took a moment to admire his work. Both of Stan's nipples stood stiff, the soft pink now an angry, puffy red. Ford wanted to bare his teeth and bite down, to leave an imprint of teeth around the two buds, but he knew better. Stan wasn't a very deep sleeper and he had to be careful. He would hate for his fun to end so early.

Letting out a groan, he palmed at his own aching erection. Taking a moment to free himself, he then moved his hands to pull Stanley's boxers off, watching intently the way his cock bobbed up in down in a mock greeting. Swiping at the head, Ford felt Stan arch into his touch, precum eagerly beading at the tip. Smirking, Ford gave his brother a few strokes, enjoying the way Stanley squirmed from his attention. Pulling his hand away, he finally moved lower, letting his pointer finger prod at Stan's hole.

Grabbing the small bottle of lube he had stored in his coat in preparation, he poured a generous amount onto his hand, grimacing at the sensation before slowly inserting a finger into Stanley's ass.

Ford took his time, gently stretching Stan’s hole with an almost methodical approach. One finger, lube, a second finger, pause to make sure Stan is still asleep, more lube, then a third. Spreading the fingers snuggly tucked away in Stan’s ass, Ford imagined a day where Stan could take all of Stanford’s fingers. Another day, he decided.

Deeming Stanley appropriately stretched, he grabbed his own weeping cock. Drizzling a small amount onto his dick, he gave himself a few strokes before positioning his head at Stanley’s entrance. Taking a deep breath, he slowly sheathed himself into Stanley’s warmth. It was heaven. Leaning his head against Stan’s stomach, Ford took a few moments to collect himself, to lost in the perfect sensation of Stan to register the confused moan coming from the man below him.

“Ford?”

Stan jolted as his ass clenched around Ford’s cock. “Stanford what the hell-!” Ford slammed his hand against Stan’s mouth, muffling the rest of his angry shouts.

“Shh, Stanley. You wouldn’t want the twins hearing you, would you?” Eyes wide with anger, Stan kicked his legs, trying to push himself away from his brother. Tutting, Stanford gripped Stan’s hips and started to hammer into Stan. Hands clenching the sheets, Stan moaned desperately. “Such a good boy, Stanley. Look at you, you’re taking me so well. I knew you’d be perfect for me, Lee. So perfect.”

“Fuck. You.” Stan grunted, scrunching up his face as he tried to ignore the way his dick throbbed and ass twitched. “Yes, that’s what I’m doing Stanley,” With a particularly harsh thrust, Ford watched as Stan’s eyes widened, pupils blown. “Ah, there it is.” He muttered, angling his hips to continuously hit Stan’s prostate.

Reaching up a hand, he started to pinch Stanley’s nipples, pulling on them with every other thrust. “Fuck, Ford. You asshole- Fucking stop!” Despite Stan’s objections, his body was practically begging for more. From his weeping cock to the way his hole clenched around Ford’s dick, Stanford could tell Stan was enjoying himself. Even his protests seemed to die down the longer Ford fucked into him.

“God, Ford. Please, I’m going to-,” Stanford smashed hips lips against Stan’s forcing his tongue in his mouth. Pulling away, Ford groaned into Stan’s ear.

“Do it Stanley, Cum from my cock. Do it.” Almost on command, Stan arched into Stanford’s body, cuming. His hands desperately grasped for purchase along Ford’s back. Hissing at the stinging pain from Stan’s blunt nails, he came, forcing his cock deep into Stan’s warmth.

For the next few minutes, the twins simply breathed. Taking in each other’s disheveled appearance, both of them flopped onto the bed, exhausted. Pulling a blanket over their bodies, Ford wrapped his arms around Stan, pressing his head into his turtleneck. Laying his head on Stan’s, he started to drift, satisfied.

“Your cocks still in my ass.”

[razzmatash]

Not Yet Day 10 - Surprise Visit Love and Deepspace Sylus x f!OC 1431 Words Read on Ao3 banner by firefly-graphics

“Calli, you never mentioned that your boyfriend was loaded!”

Pulling her head out of her scrubs, Calli blinked at the woman that had swung around the lockers to face her. “Huh?”

She rolled her eyes before shaking a finger at her. “Your man. Not only is he good looking but he’s loaded as well?”

“Probably loaded in other ways too,” another voice chirped from the other side of the lockers, causing laughter through the room.

“Where is this coming from?” Calli asked warily, tugging her t-shirt down over her belly.

The other nurse’s eyes widened suddenly. “Oh, you didn’t know?”

“That he’s loaded? I already knew that.”

“Well, you’ll see soon enough!”

“Wait!” she said sharply as the other turned sharply to run away. “What the fuck are you talking about?!”

No answer came and she had the distinct impression that everyone was getting out of the locker room as quickly as they could.

Calli huffed to herself. What the hell was going on? Why would she suddenly mention Sylus like that? She’d never really hid the fact that she had a boyfriend. It would have been idiotic given how Sylus liked showing up to pick her up whenever he could and showing that they were very much together. But she didn’t talk much about what he did or where he came from. It was hard to keep the others at bay but most of them had picked up on the fact that she didn’t want to talk much about it.

Of course, that meant they started making things up. Government secret agent, mafia boss, playboy billionaire. Those were only the latest guesses she’d heard thrown around and she refused to acknowledge that she had heard them. They were having fun and Sylus always thought it was amusing when she told him.

But why would she say that?

Rolling up her scrubs, she tucked them into her bag and hefted it up. She needed to get home quickly so she could start prepping for tomorrow. While she was excited about having everyone over for holiday dinner, she wasn’t sure how it was going to go. So she wanted to get as much done tonight as she could and try to have a good night’s sleep. Then she could be ready for whatever chaos came from dinner.

She pulled on her jacket and started for the door. With any luck, transit wouldn’t be too bad and there wouldn’t be any hassles getting-

“Where are you taking her?”

“It better be somewhere nice!”

“Or maybe you should get her a ring!”

Calli paused at the chorus of voices that sounded suspiciously like the girls she worked with. Peeking around a corner, something odd happened. Her heart somehow sank and leapt at the same time. Sylus was standing near the nurses station, completely surrounded by the rest of her shift. It was them peppering him with questions! What were they doing? And what was he doing here? He’d told her he’d be busy until dinner tomorrow, wrapping up everything he could before they went on their holiday. Had he lied or had he actually wrapped up early?

“She’s deciding where we’re going.” Sylus’ smooth voice reached her, amusement laced through it. “Only she knows if it’s nice or not.”

“But you’re paying for it?”

“I am.”

“You also didn’t answer about the ring,” someone said slyly.

Her heart leapt into her throat and she hurried around the corner. They’d only been together a few months! What were they doing?! She didn’t want them to ask and she absolutely did not want him to answer!

She didn’t know if he heard her or if he somehow felt her approaching but Sylus looked up suddenly. She saw the smile spread across his face before his gaze dropped back down to the other nurses. “A ring?” he mused. “I wouldn’t be opposed but-”

“What are you doing here?” Calli interrupted, jerking to a halt on the other side of the small crowd.

The nurses all spun to face her before they all hurriedly left, saying their goodbyes and holiday wishes. Sylus continued to watch her with a smile, one eyebrow raised at her outburst. “Hello, sweetie,” he murmured, leaning down to meet her.

She reached up and covered his mouth with both of her hands. “Why would you answer that?” she whispered. “They’re just trying to get a rise out of you.”

He caught her wrists and pulled them away from his mouth. “I don’t think I’m the one they were trying to get a rise out of.”

Calli huffed, shaking her head. “But what are you doing here? Did you wrap up everything early?”

Sylus hummed, letting go of her wrists. One hand stroked over her hair while the other threaded their fingers together. “I did so I thought I would come help you tonight.”

And spend more time with you. The sentiment was unspoken but she heard it loud and clear. “I’d like that.”

Another smile before he was leading her away from the station where the girls were still watching them like hawks, waiting for more information. His almost comment on the ring was going to make the rounds but hopefully that would die down by the time she got back. Hopefully.

She gave a little wave as people chirped their goodbyes as they walked past but Sylus didn’t stop to let her talk to them. She didn’t mind. Her thoughts were starting to pile up with all the things they needed to do to prep for tomorrow. It would be a little easier with him there but maybe she could fit in a few more things so they could relax more tomorrow. Maybe-

A small noise left her when Sylus tugged gently on her hand before wrapping an arm around her waist.

“You’re overthinking it,” he said without looking, leading her out the door. “We’ll do what we can and finish the rest tomorrow.”

“But-”

“Kitten, we have time.”

She puffed out her cheeks before sighing. He was right. She’d had enough time when it was just her. With him there, they could finish early, maybe enjoy dinner together before tucking in for the rest of the night. She didn’t say anything as he took her to his car and helped her into the passenger seat. Instead, she just snuggled into it.

His laughter roused her a little bit as he pulled away from the hospital. “Comfortable?”

“It’s better than the bus,” she teased, making him chuckle.

“I should hope so.”

Calli smiled and almost purred as a large hand came to rest on her thigh. “Definitely don’t have that on the bus,” she murmured.

His fingers tightened for a moment. “I should hope not.”

It was her turn to laugh before they fell into a comfortable silence. But he didn’t let it last for long.

“Black diamonds,” he said quietly. “Platinum.”

She frowned, turning to him. “What?”

“I said I wasn’t opposed to it, kitten. Do you really think I haven’t thought about it?”

Her frown deepened. What was he talking about? Opposed to what? What would he be using diamonds and platinum-Calli froze in her seat, staring at him. “Sylus....”

“Maybe I should,” he mused. “It’s just a ring.”

Her heart thumped in her chest, her pulse ringing in her ears. “You....”

He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. She didn’t miss which finger he kissed. “But you don’t let me buy you jewellery,” he continued. “You don’t take it when I try to give it to you. Would you turn me down if I gave you a ring?”

She didn’t know what to say, her thoughts whirling again but going in a completely different direction.

Scarlet eyes slid to her and his lips quirked up. “What are you thinking about to look like that, sweetie? Can’t a man give his lover a gift?”

“But a ring?” she squeaked.

“What’s wrong with that?” he asked smoothly. “It’s just a ring. What do you think it is?”

She didn’t know what to think! Was he serious that it was just a ring because the girls were absolutely not asking about just a ring earlier? Or was he teasing her and actually being serious?

Another look and a soothing squeeze of her hand. “But I didn’t get to finish,” Sylus said quietly. “While I’m not opposed, I know it’s not time.”

Her heart was back to pounding wildly at the mere thought that he wanted that with her. Because she heard the unspoken yet at the end of his sentence.

[akookminsupporter]

Hey! A couple of questions for you 😊

AYS, to me, was never going to “confirm” jikook. It was just unrealistic considering society and that they’re serving now. That being said, did AYS reaffirm for you jikook might be real? And do you think if it was your first bts content would you also think that there might be going something on (ie watching with no bias). For me, it showed how incredibly close they are and several moments of intimacy that goes beyond most friendships.

The second one is now 6 weeks out from the car convo, has your opinion on it or its relation to jikook changed? For me still, that car convo didn’t show they broke up or disprove that they may be dating.

One of my pet theories, even before Face and long before knowing buddy existed, was wondering if they took a step back in prep for military service - a let’s focus on solo careers and work on not being as tied together cause we have service a head of us. A practice run if you will. Not breaking up, more let’s try long distance.

More so now, and what I haven’t seen people talk about, is I was thinking about how for the other guys and jikooks prior relationships, they would know how hard dating as an idol would be. I’m sure Tae and Jennie had a lot to contend w being so busy as idols and on differing schedules. Same thing for dating a non famous, dealing w the insane hours and workload, rarely being in Seoul. And that was never a reality jikook faced - for a period they would’ve both lived and worked together. They were in the same schedule, the same places. And that would’ve been for a majority of their relationship. So no wonder post October 2022 was an adjustment, when they truly did not have any schedules as bts. And they’re both human, and Jimin has said both he and jk get lost in their work (from that colouring live). Sometimes we aren’t the best and prioritizing work and relationships, especially when it gets busy. You hear stories about loving couples going thru phases where they’re just roommates before making the effort to not just be living together. It seems like Jimin got incredibly busy and focused with Face and Muse. And jk is allowed to have feelings about that. Doesn’t mean them not being able to see each other to hang out is any deeper than that. Doesn’t show that they broke up or couldn’t be dating. I also wonder, since we may never get the background on it, if that period of time solidified the decision to enlist together. Where before it was a ok well enlist it will suck, became after that period of time nah we’re not doing 18+ months apart.

Ahhhh sorry for the long post, a couple questions and a couple thoughts for you haha

Hey anon, sorry for taking a bit to post your ASK.

“Did AYS reaffirm for you that jikook might be real?”

Yeah, definitely.

“Do you think if it was your first BTS content, would you also think that there might be something going on (i.e. watching with no bias)?”

Oh, absolutely. I think if I'd seen AYS without much context, I’d be sure they’re a couple, no doubt about it.

“The second one is now six weeks out from the car convo; has your opinion on it or its relation to jikook changed?”

Are you talking about Jungkook complaining that Jimin never reached out? Honestly, no, I still hold the same opinion I had initially.

I think one of the reasons why that time they talked is confusing for us is that we don’t have the context for a lot of things. For example, when did they decide to enlist together? I think that decision shaped many of their choices, like focusing on their work and perhaps on other friendships, because their relationship wouldn’t just pause dramatically come December 2023.

Honestly, I think that period in their relationship solidified whatever they have and made them want to be together, which is why they ended up enlisting together through a system that guaranteed they'd be together. Even if Jimin and Jungkook took a break—assuming they really have a romantic relationship—the fact that they decided to film a show together and enlist together in the army shows they’ve overcome whatever was separating them or that they’ve just realised they want to be together.

So, I think it’s a bit tiring and unnecessary to speculate about what might have happened during that time in their relationship because, first of all, we have no context, and second, they’re still together. The fact that they enlisted together through the buddy system is the biggest “proof” they can give that their relationship is solid, whatever that may be.

[batwritings]

Kinktober Day 26 - Primal Play

Trying out another operator today, Gromsko! (Also sorry for the delay on this one, but I was big tired getting home last night, haha) Enjoy!~

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Your legs were starting to burn from how much you had been running. Your chest was heaving with every breath now, tears streaking your face as the wind whips around you. You never thought you’d get so into this kind of thing, yet here you were.

You’d noticed how pent up Gromsko had been as of late, snapping at nearly anyone he came in contact with. The Polish man was normally pretty easy-going, yet you could hear the Polish grumbling ever time he left a conversation. You couldn’t exactly just let it be, that’s not who you were.

Now when asked about it, that’s where the issue came in, if it could be called that. See, your Polish teammate needed a release, one that would probably be frowned upon if it were done in the confines of the bunks. Hence, you hauling ass out in the tundra behind base.

Unfortunately for you, you were very much unaccustomed to the base’s exterior, having been recently moved from another. You didn’t know the great outdoors that surrounded you all as much as your comrades. So when you, very unceremoniously tripped over a tree root, it was no surprise when Sobieslaw pinned you to the ground.

He too was panting like a rabid dog, so at least you weren’t tired for nothing. “Moja ofiara,” he growls in your ear. You were as pinned as you could get, head pushed into the snow, and your arms held behind your back. “Now I take what’s mine.”

Before you could ask any questions, you felt your pants and underwear being ripped off your lower half. Part of you wanted to complain, but you knew this was part of what you agreed to. Gromsko was acting on instant and you were going to let him.

You were sure to prep yourself before hand as instructed. “I’m not going to be giving you the time to prep in the heat of things,” you had been warned. You knew it was probably meant to be more threatening than it actually came off. Your teammate knew what he was doing better than you did, so you appreciated the heads up.

The shuffling behind you was heard for what felt like ages, before you were suddenly filled right to the brim. Your loud moan was more akin to a scream that mixed with Gromsko’s growling groan. The hand that held your head down comes to grip your hip so hard that you have zero doubts of the bruise that will be there.

Your teammate curses as he fucks into you roughly. Your hole already aches, but the feeling of it being filled is so much greater. The symphony the two of you make is loud enough to wake the dead, but that raw primal feeling overrides everything.

The moment you feel Sobieslaw stop, you go to question him. You’re pulled up by your hair, arms now freed. The other hand hold your hip helps support you, sprawled across your chest. “Kopalnia,” He growls, breath hot against your ear as he nips at your lobe. “Mine. All mine.”

You whimper, noises falling back to moans as the man pounding you starts to litter your neck in bruises and bitemarks. “Mine and mine alone,” he groans as he fucks into you. “Let everyone see, everyone will know.” 

You’re not sure if it was the adrenaline, or simply the raw-ness to the act, but you start responding. “All yours Gromsko,” you tell him breathlessly. “Make me yours…! Mmn…! Breed me…!”

Again you draw out the most feral growl you’ve ever heard a human make. The hand on your hip slides forward to start rubbing and stroking your sex roughly. You’ve started to make your own rhythm, grinding your body down with what leverage you can find to meet Gromsko’s thrusts. 

Between the rough fucking and attention to your sex, it’s all begun to become too much. Not in a bad way, no; it was better than you’d ever felt. “Moja ofiara is close huh?” your Polish “captor” muses, voice dark and sinister. “Let me feel you.”

You certainly don’t need to be told twice. Your orgasm hits you hard, harder than you’ve ever felt before. The addition of Gromsko still pounding away inside you only made the pleasure hit you harder like a punch to the gut. But y’know… in a good way. 

You’re about to complain as the pleasure starts to shift to pain and overstimulation when you hear him growl one final time as he finishes inside you. The both of you are still for the moment, panting heavily as you come down from your respective highs. Slowly, you feel the hand on your chest start to rub in a slow circle. 

“Breathe kochanie,” he tells you, voice soft and low. “You did well for me. I feel…sated.” A warmth blossoms in your chest from his words. Unfortunately, it does little to offset the cold that was now starting to seep into your skin. Gromsko chuckles softly as he feels you start to shiver against him.

“Come, let’s get you warmed up.”

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It takes a mob pt. 9

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“So what color flowers do you think Marv would like to be buried with?”

Bill glanced to Ken as the kid made a loud squeal from his place on the counter.  The diaper incident was still fresh in mind but for the moment the kid looked content to stay solid.

Ken played with Danny’s legs before continuing his musings,

“We could go traditional roses, but carnations might have a better meaning and shit.”

“I don’t know shit ‘bout flowers.” Bill grunted as he dumped a large mixing bowl of dough on to the table. “But I want his ass cremated, going to put him in an hourglass. Maybe he’ll finally will learn time and place.”

Me-Mah tutted as she measured and cut the portions.

“That child was never one to think things through.”

“It kept Danny out of the limelight, didn’t it?”

Me-mah snorted as she glanced over,

“But, at what cost boy?”

“A hell of an ass whoopin for the most part.”

A voice chimed in, and Bill felt some color leech from his face.

“Ayyyye, didn’t know you were scheduled to hop in Jay! What are you doin’ on this side of the front?”

From the corner of his eye, he saw Ken take a sudden dive to the floor with a loud thump.

Everyone paused for a second to look at the space the man once inhabited.

“…you good there Ken?”

Ken let out a wheeze as his head popped back into view.

“..Just some fractured dignity.”

“Riiight.. So, I heard you guys had quite a busy weekend, mind catching me up?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it busy per se, but you know how- hey hey! Why don’t you not come over! you know what I’ll come over to you!”

Scrambling past the table tops Bill steered Jason back out the door onto the streets.

“You know I was actually going to ask Me-mah about a possible change in meal prep for next week, right?”

“And I can make sure she’s up to date and everything! No need for the higher ups to need to hand around you got your own projects to worry about!”

“Like the project you three have decided to take?”

“..I have no idea what you are talking about boss.”

Bill stumbled as Jason finally dug his heel as they came close to an alleyway opening.

“Now we can do this the easy way of the hard way Bill, and my night’s been headache inducing enough.”

With a gritted teeth, Bill trudged into the ally with little fanfare.

“So,”

Jason started through a puff of a cigarette,

“I would like to preface this talk with the fact that Marv will be fine. Some bruising and a concussion to match but no lasting damage as far as the doc is concerned.”

“Oh. That’s, good.”

“You don’t sound so sure of that.”

“No! It’s- it’s great that Marv is good an’ all but, this is the boss we’re talking about! That ain’t his usual M.O.”

Bill took off his hat and rubbed at his temple,

“I mean, I’ve seen the dude do a lot more for way less. No scarring? No disfigurement? Not even a broken nose??”

“And it was anyone else than it would’ve been so, but it’s Marv we’re talking about. The dumbass is the equivalent of a pittie in a sweater. Besides-“

Jay made a show of flicking the used bud into a puddle before shifting to face Bill and leaning a hip against the grimy wall.

“He had his gun in his holster, if he was trying shit, he would’ve went with that instead of a steel chair.”

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Home couldn’t come into view quick enough.

Unlocking the door, Bill dumped the bag in his arm before he made a b-line to the kitchen.

The kid had a set of lungs and was making it quite clear that he did not appreciate being hungry.

“It’s okay kid, let it out, good for the soul and all that.”

Bill started to bounce as the microwave warmed the key to his ears’ bliss. His mind couldn’t help but go back to his conversation with Jay in between Danny’s gasps of air.

“What’s the plan? Fling the kid from person to person? Playhouse until gets annoying and pass the kid around like a hot potato? I don’t think there’s a single person who went through foster that wouldn’t be able to tell you how that would work out.”

Gently, Bill removed the tot from his imprisonment before quickly scooping up the bottle and testing the heat on his wrist.

“Do you even know the first thing about babies? How to test their bottles temp and clean them? How about burping? What about Immunizations?  Or are you flying by your coat tails? They need commitment!”

It didn’t take as second for Danny to latch on with a content hum.

The quiet bliss could’ve been heroin as far as Bill was concerned.

Making his way back to the fallen bags, he got a glance at the small library that had made its home on his floor.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into?”

He could do this, he got his GED last year, so Bill was used to studying. He just had a bit of a time crunch to catch up is all.

“I don’t know shit about kids..”

One of the first things Jay did as soon as they properly introduced him to Danny was drag both of them to Dr. Leslie for an evaluation.

Bill’s original estimate was quite off.

The kid was about four months old.

Reaching over for a dirty towel, Bill shifted Danny to his shoulder and gave him some pats.

He wasn’t above admitting that a lot of what he was told went over his head, but a relative bill of good health was good news as any.

He couldn’t help but let out a huff of laughter when he noticed the kid’s face.

“What? What’s with dat look? Am I really doing this wrong Al-“

The sound that came out of the kid had no right being that grotesque.

Danny face smoothed as Bill looked down in mild horror as he felt new weight on the back of the onesie.

“..that wasn’t a fart, was it?”

The beginning of another spell of crying kicked the henchmen into gear.

“Right! Bath! Shit, don’t got one those bath thingies- uuhhh… right! Sink time Dano.”

Slinging the bag onto his shoulder, Bill went back to the kitchen and turned on the faucet sending a silent thank you to the two idiots who finally went home.

There was a bit of hesitation before he snapped the kid’s buttons off.

“Babies are messy Bill; they piss and shit and throw up to hell and back because it’s the only thing they can really do. If you can’t handle that then you have no right-“

With a quick shake of his hand, Bill made quick work of the kid’s clothes and diaper before turning his head to the side letting out a small gag.

He’s handled men’s entrails falling out of their bodies better than this.

Checking the temperature, Bill held Danny so that his back was to the faucet and started to splashing handfuls onto the mess.

“I know I know, not the most conventual cleaning but we’re going to have to sort that out tomorrow.”

Steeling his nerves, Bill fished out the baby soap from the bag and got to work.

“The things I do for yah…”

One freshly scrubbed Danny looked up with a giggle as Bill meticulously worked to keep the soup from his eyes.

A new problem emerged as the impromptu bath was over. There wasn’t a clean towel nearby much to Bill’s dismay.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sudden clearing of his work schedule via text made Bill pause before he tossed his phone within reach.

Letting out a huff he placed Danny onto the makeshift changing table.

“‘You need an adjustment period’ and ‘Can’t have you working in the high risk now and blah blah-‘ The bosses are acting like I’m some transplant now because of you.”

His complaints were unanswered by his audience though a small squeal of laughter did tug a smile onto his face as he plopped the kid’s rump back onto the clean diaper.

“Yeah.. yeah, yuck it up. Just so you know, this is a once in a lifetime thing goin’ on, so don’t expect me to pull a Wayne an’ bring you back any siblings.”

Dawn was breaking as close is ever did in the city.  The early commuters were starting their day and he bit back a yawn as he continued his work.

The two of them didn’t get to go back home until well past three. Both Jason and Dr. Leslie felt it consequential to give Bill a crash course in baby 101 and enough homework to reach his gills to boot.

Something that he was beginning to notice is that plans tend to not hold up when dealing with children.

Sure, Bill hasn’t got much range in experience with kids, but what plans he has made around Danny got shot through like a diamond store on a Saturday.

He planned to never have kids, and now that had one to take care of, he just planned to keep him clean and worry about everything else tomorrow but-

“Shit!”

Waving away the sudden cloud in his Face with a cough, Bill looked down at the scene in dismay.

What was once a perfectly clean skin was now powdered white up to a confused little chin.

“Come one Kid, up, up-“

Bill gently pulled them to a sitting position by the arms with snicker.

“We got the rest of our lives together kid.”

He started to try brush down the excess with a towel as he continued,

“Yeah, this ain’t goin’ to be easy, but hey, I’m in your corner for better or for worst.”

Scooping and wrapping up Danny in a bundle Bill took another glance around his apartment and tried not to grimace.

The kitchen window was patched over with some newspaper and tape and the carpet still had some questionable stains from the past.

As much as it sucked to admit, Bill knew his time here was limited.

A one-bedroom apartment was not good enough for a kid to grow up in.

The feeling a small hand brought him out of his musings.

“Bab bah.”

“You know that's very cute, but I just swaddled you for a reason. Phase you hand back under your blanket.”

With a gently poke Danny was once again fully engulfed.

“I’m going to have gray hairs by the time you learn to crawl, I can just feel it.”

That was another day’s concern, as for today.

“I think it’s time we go lay down for a bit. How’s that sound?”

With a small yawn from his companion, Bill eased into the couch and turned on the tv low with a sense of déjà vu.

‘If dad could see him now…’

And as he started to lose the battle with sleep a passing thought made him let out a small huff.

Maybe he’d give his old man a call, it’s not every day the family expands after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~

This has been an adventure. I started my tumblr page as a place to throw away my prompts so that someone else could get inspired and my brain wouldn’t hold onto them. I didn’t actually expect to not only use but finish one!

For all of you guys who’ve been following along on both tumblr and ao3, thank you.

Here’s to more stories to come!

[hazbin-mpreg]

Mom Alastor week day seven: labor/birth word count: 2.6k

TWs: graphic birth scenes, surprise baby authors note: and that’s a wrap to Alastor mom week, even though I’m hella late to it- I actually really enjoyed writing up all of these!

Story under cut!

“You were due yesterday..” Alastor muttered, staring at the calendar that had bright red X’s marked through it up until today.

This pregnancy wasn’t easy by any means, he was truly done with it. He simply wanted his energy back.

But this baby- being the king of hell’s was stubborn as could be. Giving a sigh, he set down his pen once more. Eyes drifting down to his low sitting bump.

Truth be told, he had been experiencing pains for the last several days, but figured it was just his body’s way of preparing for actual labor.

“Let’s go get some tea hmm?” He spoke aloud, earning a lazy kick from the baby. “I suppose you agree-“He mumbled, smile stretched thin. Clearly running low on positive energy as Charlie would like to call it.

The baby felt so heavy on his already small pelvis. But he knew this likely wouldn’t change until they decided to make their appearance.

He wasn’t in his usual suit, having opted for a nightgown, the only thing that truly felt comfortable around his large frame.

Making his way down the stairs was a bit difficult, out of breath by the time he reached the bottom. Brows furrowed, he paused- leaning heavily into his cane as he cradled his tight middle.

“Ah..” his brow quivered as he felt a real pain- definitely not a false one. It actually hurt, which had caught him off guard as he gripped thd base of the staircase.

As it let up, he straightened himself (or at least the best he could), shuffling into the small community kitchen (at least that’s what Charlie called it), rummaging around for the tea he tended to keep on hand while the water boiled in the kettle on the stove top.

“Whatcha ya doing?” A familiar voice spoke from the doorway as Alastor’s eye twitched.

He recognized that annoying voice anywhere.

Lucifer.

What was the king of hell doing up this late anyway? Alastor hadn’t seen him up this late ever before at the hotel.

Giving a sigh, he turned around to face the other, blinking slowly a few times. Not at all surprised with the others' duck attire for sleeping.

“I am making tea-“ Alastor spoke, deciding to keep his answer short and simple. Hoping the other would simply leave.

But that didn’t seem to be the case, watching as Lucifer snapped his fingers- a chair appearing near Alastor as the king of hell scooted it closer with his foot.

“You should sit down-“ Lucifer shrugged, stretching his arms over his head. “You look like your about to fall over-“ he mused, eyes wandering to the radio demons' swollen middle.

“I am just fine!” Alastor snapped, radio static creeping up in the background as he glared at the other.

Though the chair did look tempting- he wasn’t entirely used to standing this long. Most days were spent confined to his chair or bed, not having the energy to move around the hotel like he used to.

“Hey— listen, I’m just trying to help-“ Lucifer raised his hands up in surrender.

Alastor sighed, finally sitting down, almost crying from the relief he felt. At least until another twinge of pain hit, this time more pronounced, making him grip the counter top with a grunt.

“You good?” Lucifer questioned as he stood at the stone, in the middle of preparing Alastor’s tea. Since Alastor became pregnant, Lucifer trailed behind him like a lost puppy.

He had figured out most of the things Alastor liked, including the way his tea was prepped (even if that was Nifty’s help more then anything). But with the way the other looked at the moment, he was starting to have doubts about Alastor being okay. He sure didn’t look okay-

“I said I’m fine-“ Alastor spoke, straightening himself up as he eyed the cup warily. He wasn’t exactly fond of people preparing his food (or drink for that matter really), but he was allowing Lucifer to help for the time being. He wasn’t even sure why he was letting the other help him if he was being honest. Lucifer was the one that put him into this damned situation after all.

Lucifer eyed him up once more, giving a sigh as he held out the cup of tea to the radio demon.

“Careful it’s—“ Lucifer paused, cutting himself off. He felt a bit stupid for reminding Alastor the damn cup was hot.

“Yes I’m aware it’s hot-“ Alastor muttered, though there wasn’t much of a bite to his words. He was just too tired to truly care at that moment.

Taking a sip of his tea, he gave a small hum- surprised (and delighted- though he’d never outwardly say that to the king of hell) that the tea tasted delicious. Just the way he liked it.

At least until he felt another pain, and a sudden release of pressure in his pelvis.

The wetness between his legs was startling, ears pinned down as he immediately set the cup down on the counter. Swearing under his breath as the rapidly growing wet spot.

That had caught Lucifer’s attention, mouth gaped open as he stared at the radio demon.

“What was that?” Lucifer blurted out, of course he knew what it was- he had been through labor himself with Charlie. But he hadn’t experienced someone else being in labor, so he was honestly clueless.

“What do you think it was?!” Alastor hissed, glaring at the other. His ears still pinned.

“Oh shit..” Lucifer muttered, awkwardly standing there- at a complete loss on what to do.

At least until Alastor started making his way to the door.

“Wait!” Lucifer cried, quickly following behind the other. “What are you doing?!” He asked, completely dumbfounded on the fact that Alastor was seeming to head back upstairs.

“I’m going upstairs..” Alastor paused, turning his head to look at the other with an equally confused expression.

He wasn’t about to start panicking, there was no real need, or at least he hoped.

While he didn’t know exact things about childbirth, he figured this would take quite a while from the bits he could remember of his mothers work from his human life.

“By yourself?” Lucifer asked, still staring at the other, so tense he looked ready to explode it seemed like.

“Yes..” Alastor trailed off, still staring back at Lucifer like the other had grown two heads.

“Why?!” Lucifer’s eyes were as big as saucers.

“I can do this by myself-“ Alastor spoke bluntly, as Lucifer continued to stare.

‘Or at least I hope-‘ was the thought that occurred to Alastor as another pain suddenly dawned on him. This time it was likely the strongest one yet, he barely had time to grip the doorway as he let out an audible gasp.

Lucifer was there in an instance, slowly helping the other down onto his knees. “Hey hey—“ Lucifer spoke, offering his hand out for Alastor to squeeze.

“It’s alright— it’ll be over in a minute-“ Lucifer spoke, voice soft.

Alastor couldn’t speak, his eyes screwed shut, teeth grit.

As the contraction finally let up, he sagged against the doorframe.

At that moment, he knew he needed help. Even if he really didn’t want it, he was beginning to realize this was something he couldn’t do alone.

“Fine.. I will allow you to help me..” Alastor finally spoke, raising his head to look at the other.

“Oh!” Lucifer blinked, helping the other slowly stand back up. He wasn’t expecting Alastor to allow it, nerves settling in his stomach.

“Well, first things first- let’s get you upstairs and into your tower-“ Lucifer explained, allowing the laboring demon to lean against him as they walked.

The way up the stairs was miserable for Alastor, with his waters now gone- he could feel just how low the baby was sitting.

—

The next several hours were spent in a daze, struggling between each contraction.

Now finally in his transition stage, things were definitely picking up, he had stripped out of his nightgown. It felt far too constricting in his current state.

He hadn’t been allowing Lucifer to touch him, but at the moment he was allowing the other to wipe down his face with a cool washcloth. Something or another of Lucifer fussing about him overheating. At this point he didn’t know or really care what the other was saying, the pains were so intense he was practically in tears.

This particular one seemed to drag on and on, his back tight, stomach just as tight. The pain even went down his legs (much to his surprise), it felt like he was having everything squeezed out of him.

“Lucifer-!” He suddenly gasped, the urge to push was strong- overwhelming even.

Ears pinned flat to his head, Alastor had struggled to pull himself into a semi sitting position against the pillows.

“Hm?” Lucifer was so focused on trying to make sure Alastor was okay, he had accidentally zoned out.

“I have to push-!” Alastor’s voice was staticky, broken. Panic clear on his features, eyes almost blown.

Lucifer grimaced at the sight before him, having never seen Alastor like this (or really being in a situation like this-), he felt a bit useless.

Pushing his feelings of self doubt away, he had settled on the end of the bed, gently nudging the others legs apart.

“On the next contraction, I want you to push okay?” He spoke, glancing up to Alastor who managed a nod.

Lucifer nodded, watching as the other began to push. Momentarily cursing at himself for allowing Lucifer to put him in such a vulnerable position, embarrassed the other was viewing him in such a pathetic state.

At least until he stopped pushing, the contraction had ended and his chest heaved as he desperately drew in a breath.

But the relief didn’t last for long, in fact things only seemed to get worse.

For the next few pushes, there seemed to be no real progress- at least until Lucifer let out a little yelp of surprise at the silver of blonde and red hair peaking out from Alastor.

The other was about to ask what was going on, but couldn’t form a proper sentence. Between the pressure settled in his pelvis and the slight sting, all he could manage was a little groan of discomfort before giving another push.

“Okay okay-“ Lucifer was scrambling to remember anything from Charlie’s birth as the head rapidly approached into a crown.

“Don’t push— just uh- let their head come free on its own, don’t need you tearing-“ he spoke, grabbing a towel to have ready.

Alastor wanted to argue, but knew Lucifer was likely right- he didn’t want to risk injury to himself or the child.

Blowing out a few shaky breaths, the two sat in tense silence before Alastor suddenly cried out, the head having popped free completely.

With shaking hands, Lucifer reached to cradle the baby’s head. Fighting back tears.

“Let them turn-!” He couldn’t help but sound excited, trying his hardest not to chuckle at the exhausted glare Alastor gave him in return.

Alastor did as told, allowing the baby to turn before giving a final push.

He hadn’t even realized the newborn was on top of his chest until she began coughing and squalling loudly.

She was a messy little thing, angry too it seemed like.

He just laid there, frozen on the spot- he wasn’t even sure what to do. Looking up at Lucifer with mild panic.

The king of hell couldn’t help it- he laughed. Not so much out of spite for Alastor’s situation, but more so for glee. Another daughter. Another child. Something he had wanted for so long.

“Just.. just hold her Al-“ he spoke, moving to sit beside the other, all while trying not to crowd the other.

Alastor grimaced, realizing she was covered in blood and other bodily fluids, but he couldn’t resist the urge to nudge the top of her head with a tiny bleating noise. Something to comfort her with, something only she and him knew.

Almost immediately her cries settled down, she was curled into Alastor. Her little face all scrunched up as she rooted against the soft fur of her mothers chest.

The small family had settled into silence once again, though it hadn’t lasted long. Alastor was starting to feel uncomfortable once more, figuring it was just the afterbirth wanting to pass.

“Lucifer..” he huffed, carefully setting the now sleeping baby into the bassinet that was beside the bed, wanting to make sure she was safe.

“Yeah?” Lucifer perked up, forcing himself to take his eyes off the sleeping newborn.

“After birth..” Alastor spoke, voice low- exhaustion lacing his voice.

“Oh! Yeah!” Lucifer nodded, hurriedly scooting back to his orginal spot.

Though something was wrong- whatever was trying to come out certainly didn’t look like afterbirth. Rather it looked like hair.

Lucifer’s heart sank- realizing Alastor was delivering a surprise twin. He honestly wasn’t even sure how to tell the other of this.

“Uhh Al..” he spoke, looking up at the other. Noticing the frustration on Alastor’s face, the radio demon could’ve sworn the after birth wasn’t this difficult to deliver!

“What?” He hissed out in annoyance as Lucifer swallowed thickly.

“Uhh.. that’s.. that’s not after birth..” Lucifer decided to cut to the chase, knowing Alastor wasn’t one to mess with.

“That’s umm… another head- and a much bigger head it seems like..” Lucifer spoke, trailing off as nerves began to bubble up again.

He knew Alastor had been struggling and from how tight things looked down there, he was wondering if the other could even deliver naturally now.

If it wasn’t for the look of concern on Lucifer’s face, Alastor would’ve thought the other was playing some cruel joke on him.

He couldn’t help it- suddenly letting out an exhausted meek sob.

He couldn’t do this- not again. All he wanted was some proper rest, not to try to deliver another baby!

“Hey hey—“ Lucifer began. “Al-“ he stopped, swallowing thickly as he pushed his feelings down once again.

“Alastor!” His voice rose, finally getting the other to look at him.

“You gotta breathe..” he explained, “and maybe move positions-“ he explained, grimacing at the memory of Charlie briefly getting stuck during her delivery.

Alastor paused, staring at the other- eyes wide with panic. All he could do was nod, for once allowing Lucifer to actually have skin to skin contact.

With a bit of difficulty (and swearing), Alastor had rested on his hands and knees.

That seemed to help move the unknown baby along, the head had quickly crowned as Alastor struggled to breath.

“You're doing great Al..” Lucifer muttered, he couldn’t help but grimace at the loud static noise as the head popped free.

“Just keep breathing!” Lucifer spoke, reaching to cradle the head as the baby began to turn.

With no real warning, she had fell out into Lucifer’s hands.

“Whoa!” Lucifer couldn’t help but let out a startled laugh, her cries sounded like music to his ears.

Quickly getting Alastor settled back against the pillows, he had handed the radio demon the much larger of the twins.

Alastor was struggling to come down from his shock (even if he was hiding it).

“Ah..” he mused, “so it must’ve been you causing all the trouble…” he mused, running his claws against the soft red hair as the newborn squirm and wriggle, finally getting comfortable against Alastor.

Lucifer couldn’t help it- he was bawling from where he sat.

Sniffling from where he sat, he couldn’t help but give a watery little smile to Alastor.

“Thank you..” Lucifer whispered, looking between the two fast asleep babies.

“For what?” Alastor muttered, clearly not catching on.

“For giving me a new found family-“ Lucifer spoke, voice and smile soft.

[sketchfanda]

Kirishima's Mystique: Weapon XXX-23

Canada, the great white north, a vast wide little land consisting of regions such as Toronto, Ottawa and Quebec. Currently within the serene wildness of the Canadian rockies, our resident Red Riot and his cotton candy link Alien Queen were having themselves a little camping trip. Nothing said summer fan like gong hiking around a different country as the sturdy and acidic pair were busy setting up shop. Mina busy prepping the picnic spot and gathering up some kindling for a campfire, that is when she wasn’t busy stealing some glances at her man.

Sensually biting her lip as his tanktop did a grand job showing off that pair of gun shows he called his arms. If there was a vet around,she’d have to call about some “sick pythons”, that was for sure, his biceps and biceps pumped and flexed from all that effort and goddamn was it making her thirsty as all fuck. Rubbing her thighs together as she tried to keep her dirty thoughts at bay, at least until they'd finished setting up camp. Pouting adorably as she thought of how lonely she and Kirishima felt without the third wheel of their tricycle.

Mina:"It's still such a bummer Maya couldn't join us on this trip. I mean granted not often she gets to visit home..."*The cotton candy bombshell quipped as she was still feeling a bit incomplete without their shared girlfriend. Maya of course was indeed spending a week or two in her home of Jagua del Toro which did remind Mina of one thing. They definitely had to go their for sure, she just knew that place wasn't just famous for its beaches, but especially the babes. The kind of babes she and Maya knew would get their Riot all nice and riled up....*

Kirishima:"Ah it is what it is, sometimes but hey next time around we might go with her there, right?"*The sturdy hero quipped in response as he continued nearing completion of the tent. Missing the erotic leer Mina shot his way as she began making her way towards him, lust glowing in her golden racoon eyes. Who could blame her when her man was looking so delicious and fuckable, those firm muscles of his in motion as he worked away on setting up their camp. She had to think it wasn't all bad given she and Kirishima could fuck as much as they wanted, loud as they wanted without anyone to bother them but the critters of nature.*

Any further personal musings of thought or conversation dirty or otherwise when they heard some very loud sounds incoming from nearby their way. Sounds of a very telltale nature that implied combat and conflict of a struggle that was very intense. Being of heroic personality of course the red and pink duo knew they had to intervene and go see what the situation was and just their luck that had to be quite a doozy. Upon investigation of course that wound up being proven to be quite the understatement.

But of course how often were you to likely run into some petite but well toned feisty but fierce girl clad in leather swinging pair of duel bladed claws in her hands like a wild animal. Small wonder she was fighting of course given she was going up against a group of misfits from the infamous Brotherhood, one of the most notorious quirk supremacist gangs around. Suffice to say that what was followed was an intense battle to say the least but numbers weren’t a problem when You had a duo like Pinky and Red Riot backing you up. Oh come on, you really think I’m gonna go into details about how the battle went?

Yeah I thought so, we all know what you’re all really here for so let’s get this show on the road, shall we? After the ragtag renegade band of villains were rounded up followed by some questions and statements with local law enforcement, the red and pink duo were soo back in their camp now with the added company of their new friend they'd saved. A young girl by the name of X-23, or Laura as she found most preferred to call her and to say her lifestory was complex and tragic was an understatement. But she wasn't one to dwell on the past, least compared to how she was then compared to now though it could be hard to tell with how calm, composed and stoic she was.

But she proved to be willing to try and socialise and it helped that Kirishima and Mina had a natural friendliness and affability about them that made them easy to like. Laura certainly had to say mina's peppy motor mouth and spunkiness rather reminded her of Jubilee in a way as the trio enjoyed some small talk and a little bit of the natural tranquillity and serenity of nature of course. Soon of course dusk began to make itself known as the Canadian wilderness became bathed in the fading light and shade of the setting sun as the trio enjoyed a little peace and quiet and making some s'mores around the campfire before Kirishima and Mina decided to call it a night but not before offering to set up a spare tent for Laura to enjoy some privacy as well as peace and quiet. Leaving her be to enjoy the campire while it lasted as they ducked into their own tent a few feet away.

Laura of course wasn't clueless or naive as she seemed to the duo and what they were really up to at this very moment. Her enhanced senses could pick up the sounds and scents of what was going on so close yet so far from her in their tent. The slapping of skin on skin, the clapping of asscheeks as Mina struggled to keep her volume down against the relentless assault of pleasure coming from her boyfriend as he danced the oldest dance known to men and woman with her sexy pink self. It was, quite frankly, intoxicating for the young woman as she felt leather clad thighs becoming soaked with sticky nectar flowing from her quivering pussy.

Oh she certainly appreciated their civility and politeness in not wanting to disturb or offend her with their passion and desire but if anything it made her curios. Despite how cool, calm and stoic she seemed, internally was a different story as she felt that innate primal beast within her stirring. The beast within that desired to mate and breed, sensing the presence of a strong, worthy alpha male, an instinct she felt the moment she'd laid eyes on Kirishima and his feats of strength and power from when he and Mina had helped her out earlier today. Hence she saw no lack of logic in her next set of moves to make as she got up from her seat by the weakening campfire and made her way over the lovers' tent.

The closer she got, the more intense the sounds and scents of their erotic mating hit her senses turning her on something fierce, a glowing red blush on her face as she silently panted with husky desire, eyes glowing with rising lust as she approached the tent. Kneeling down as she stealthily, slowly unzipped the entry way and peeked inside to find quite the delightful show happening before her. The sight of Mina mounted atop her chivalrous Himbo cowgirl style as she bounced her bubbly cotton candy pink booty on that shaft of his. Which she could gleam had to have quite the length and girth on it if the rising bump in Mina's stomach was anything to go by, the alien queen sensually biting her lip, perky pink titties bouncing as she caressed her man's washboard abs while he held her hips firmly.

Eijiro of course hadn't yet noticed their sudden voyeur but Mina's lust hazed golden eyes did, sending her a secret sensual smile Laura's way. The goth-like Wolverine clone knowing enough body language to know Mina wasn't just asking if she was enjoying this show but inviting her to join. After all why watch when it'd be better to share the fun together? Laura of course got the hint easily enough as to Mina’s delight, she began to strip down until she was naked as the day she was born.

Kirishima of course was none the wiser until he suddenly found his view of Mina bouncing on his Lil’ Riot suddenly obscured by Laura straddling his face as she sat and parked her toned perky ass atop it. Grinding and rubbing her slit before she let out soft gasps and moans as she felt his tongue respond to lick and lap away at her flowing nectar. Mina's sensual smile widening as she continued to bounce away on her lover's cock, leaning forward to press her lip's to their new sex friend's own. Tongues dancing together in their growing bond of intimacy as the girl most knew as X-23 expressed her gratitude in a way that felt fun and natural for her.

The campfire had long since gone out but the fires of passion in this threesome only continued to burn bright well long into the night as moans and the primal rhythm of skin on skin filled the wild Canadian air. The tent a tangle of limbs shifting and dancing through a variety of positions and combinations of 2 on one to one on one as one third of the kinky group would catch their breaths. Laura or Mina eating one another out as the hard-headed redhead pounded them doggy style or in missionary to Mina fingering herself with erotic delight as she looked on at the female Wolverine getting it deep and hard in a mating press. Laura was clearly no virgin by any stretch but hotdamn if it wasn't clear she hadn't been with someone on the level that Kirishima and his Alien Queen were at, and this was without their resident blue shapeshifting bombshell girlfriend!!

Naturally Mina was making plans to send Maya the details of this illicit little encounter with their lovely new friend, that is once they woke up in the morning of course. Right at the moment was about feeling as good as they possibly can, as Laura herself now watched on as she recovered her stamina. Probing her pussy with her fingers as she looked on at Mina getting it deep and hard while that flexible bubblegum pink bombshell body of hers was held by Kirishima in a full nelson as he knelt on the tent ground. Grunting and groaning as Mina was rocked with orgasms which only skyrocketed as she soon found Laura licking away at their conjoined loins, lust glowing in those cool eyes of hers. Which the horned girl of course found so damn hot....

By the time this little threesome had finally finished, dawn was kicking in as it bathed the wilderness in the radiant glow of sunrise's light. The tent warmly glowing adding to the afterglow shared by the 3 as Laura laid draped atop Kirishima while Mina spooned and hugged her boyfriend's side. Their bodies glistening with sweat and spent juices as Laura held a soft, rare little smile on her face, thinking to herself she needed more than just the one night. Reminding herself that she had come out looking to find herself spiritually and now she was thinking maybe she might be able to do that if she transferred to Japan, especially once she learned which campus Kirishima and Mina went to.

Not long after this unexpected acquaintanceship encounter in Canada, Laura's well known, imfamous father had his clone daughtered texting with enquiries about arranging a transfer or entry into an exchange program for hero schools in Japan. While Maya found herself getting a delightful surprise in the form of a few texts and videos, especially of the sexy variety from her fave Pinky and definitely liking what she saw. Reminding herself she should definitely get a few of her gal pals in Jagua to come meet her girlfriend and especially their boyfriend and ooh some gals in Japan should definitelt come to her little home paradise. The beaches were hot but the dudes and bitches were hotter!!

Sometimes it wasn't easy being a student for a hero school, especially when yours was the generation that had to deal with quirk erasing yakuza bosses, a quirk hoarder with a demon god complex and a nihilistic hand-freak among other things. But other times it made for quite the love life when you found romance especially when going camping somewhere like in some woods in Canada made you get lucky. Yeah a mouthful I know but hey, you know what they say. How sweet it is....